Life is Belief & Struggle - Ahmed Shawqi

Friday, June 24, 2016

Brexit carries the day, G-d Save the Queen




"Never give in. Never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.”
Winston S. Churchill


Gloom and doom will abound today, but the simple fact is, sovereignty trumps all. 

British Prime Minister David Cameron could never make an effective case to remain in the European Union based on British sovereignty. To paraphrase Milton, the British people answered the question; is it better to be a servant in heaven or a ruler of hell.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Brexit; The message that comes out is fear, fear, fear"

Every thing old is new again. British Tory leader David Cameron has suggested a British vote to leave the European Union could trigger another European war. Although, if that really was the case, why would Cameron call for a referendum under those circumstances? The Man is completely daft and rather unhinged. 

Anyway, here's how British Labour MP Peter Shore, back when Labour leaders had a spine dealt with a fear based campaign, unlike that current Labour wanker, Jeremy Corbyn.


I want to quote a comment made by Keith Sutton on facebook.

"Cadbury moved factory to Poland 2011 with EU grant.

Ford Transit moved to Turkey 2013 with EU grant.

Jaguar Land Rover has recently agreed to build a new plant in Slovakia with EU grant,
owned by Tata, the same company who have trashed our steel works and emptied the workers pension funds.

Peugeot closed its Ryton (was Rootes Group) plant and moved production to Slovakia with EU grant.

British Army's new Ajax fighting vehicles to be built in SPAIN using SWEDISH steel at the request of the EU to support jobs in Spain with EU grant, rather than Wales.

Dyson gone to Malaysia, with an EU loan.

Crown Closures, Bournemouth (Was METAL BOX), gone to Poland with EU grant, once employed 1,200.

M&S manufacturing gone to far east with EU loan.

Hornby models gone. In fact all toys and models now gone from UK along with the patents all with with EU grants.

Gillette gone to eastern Europe with EU grant.

Texas Instruments Greenock gone to Germany with EU grant.

Indesit at Bodelwyddan Wales gone with EU grant.

Sekisui Alveo said production at its Merthyr Tydfil Industrial Park foam plant will relocate production to Roermond in the Netherlands, with EU funding.

Hoover Merthyr factory moved out of UK to Czech Republic and the Far East by Italian company Candy with EU backing.

ICI integration into Holland’s AkzoNobel with EU bank loan and within days of the merger, several factories in the UK, were closed, eliminating 3,500 jobs.

Boots sold to Italians Stefano Pessina who have based their HQ in Switzerland to avoid tax to the tune of £80 million a year, using an EU loan for the purchase.

JDS Uniphase run by two Dutch men, bought up companies in the UK with £20 million in EU 'regeneration' grants, created a pollution nightmare and just closed it all down leaving 1,200 out of work and an environmental clean-up paid for by the UK tax-payer. They also raided the pension fund and drained it dry."

Sunday, May 22, 2016

For the good of the country, let us all hope the Rolling Stones are now too old to tour.



In conversation, I have called Prime Minister Justin Trudeau ‘the Dauphin’ given that his only qualification before being elected as an MP was that he was his father’s oldest son, and whether  you agreed with Pierre Elliot Trudeau or not, he was brilliant intellectual and a Canadian parliamentarian of the first order. Certainly, nothing in Justin Trudeau’s career trajectory would lead one to assume parliamentarian was an objective let alone a career goal given the lack of heft to his political resume.

This is why Justin Trudeau always struck me as more Maggie’s Boy than Pierre’s.  And just like the Pierre, the country tired of Maggie’s antics very quickly.  Be that as it may be, never did I imagine the possibility that Justin Trudeau believed the people kicked out a dictator and elected him King.  My bad. 

Last week, we were treated to Trudeau’s wife pleading for funding a team to help her serve the people. A Chef, two nannies, a team of housekeepers as well as 1 personal assistant wasn’t enough for the un-elected spouse of a Prime Minister with no official role or responsibilities other than to her family and hobby ‘career’ and I due use the term ‘career’ in the loosest sense of the word.  In fact, being Prime Minister does not even require a spouse.  Many of our Prime Minister’s were spouseless. In fact, the elder Trudeau was first elected Prime Minister as a bachelor. 

Last week, when Sophie Gregoire-Trudeau whined for alleged entitlements, and given her rather bizarre behaviour of breaking out in song during a speech; it felt like it was shades of Margaret Trudeau all over again, and I thought, good G-d, did Justin Trudeau marry his mother? 

Nowhere is Trudeau’s lack of political and common sense more on display than the behaviour he exhibited this week in the House of Commons. His majority government nearly lost a vote when Team Trudeau couldn’t be bothered to show up enmass in the middle of a workday for a vote on a bill they proposed. The government’s defeat was only narrowly averted when the Speaker of the House voted to break the tie and sided with Team Liberal.

And then came Wednesday. Thirty seconds after the bell rings, and while the bell is still ringing, the Prime Minister rises from his seat, charges across the floor to barge into Her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition, and lays his hands forcefully on the opposition whip to drag him into his seat so the vote on a Liberal motion limiting Her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition time to debate a forth coming right-to-die bill. In the process, he inadvertently strikes another MP in the chest.  All the while Liberal MPs pound on their desks cheering on the downright shameful behaviour of their leader. 

According to Parliamentary rules, if Liberal Government Whip Andrew Leslie had just sat down in his seat, the vote could have commenced immediately.  Parliamentary rules require only 1 whip needs to be seated before a vote can be cast.  And thirty 29 seconds after the bell rings does not seem to be an unreasonable delay.... as long as your birth certificate does not read entitlement  Justin Trudeau.




One could reasonably assume a Prime Minister, and as Liberal party leader had enough control over his own whip to ensure he was seated at the call to vote, and consequently, there was no need to cross over to the opposition side of the house to seek out a member of Her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition to bully.  One could reasonably expect a Prime Minister would be familiar enough with the rules governing conduct in parliament but apparently knowing the rules of the house Justin Trudeau aspires to lead is not part of his resume. Hence, both reasonableness and irony are lost in the SunnyWays of the Justin Trudeau government.

In Canada, the head of our government is her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth ll.  We are a constitutional parliamentary monarchy and not a republic. The opposition parties are always referred her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition. It seems an archaic way of speaking and harbours back to a time so long ago its rationale is lost and forgotten by most, but the reason we maintain this tradition, is remind ourselves, that good subjects can disagree on points of law and hold differing opinion which are as valid as the majority opinions, although not necessarily binding under the laws which govern our country.  Opposition MP’s collectively represent citizens who are not in agreement with the majority, but who still have the right to be consulted and heard.  It is the duty of her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition to oppose and utilize any parliamentary tools at their disposal in fulfilling their duties in parliament. 

A Prime Minister should never exercise his privilege to abrogate the rights or responsibilities of opposition parties.  In the past, when the Liberals and NDP did they stint as Her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition those rules worked for them. The fact that the Liberals now find those rules inconvenient only prove  the conclusion those rules are needed more than ever.

Due to the Prime Minister’s own antics, he has proven the aptness of the Conservative party’s ad advising Canadians that Justin Trudeau is  ‘Just Not Ready’ to be Prime Minister. And they ought to know, given they were tasked to work with him in a previous parliament.

I will give the Prime Minister credit for one thing. He’s good at apologizing and since we are Canadians, perhaps it is time for a Ministry of Official Apologies to be established - given the Prime Minister’s  baleful ignorance of house rules and we still have 4 and half more years of his governance.  In the end, it will save us all time.


Saturday, March 26, 2016

CUBAN MISTRESS CRISIS



Pass the popcorn 'cause the Republican big tent circus Republican nomination race just went bestial. 

In response to a National Enquirer story investigating the allegations that family values candidate Ted Cruz has had 5 mistresses, Ted Cruz goes on the record with his denial.

“Well, let me be clear. Donald Trump may be a rat but I have no desire to copulate with him.” Ted Cruz.  

Ted Cruz is considered a powerful public speaker and a man of eloquence but he may be best remembered as the only American politician who publicly intellectualized copulating with rodents....

If this republican nomination process goes on much longer; John Oliver will not have a job.


Monday, March 14, 2016

New Brunswickstan



Maclean’s published an article on New Brunswick days ago which asked the age old question; can anything save New Brunswick? The article has been up for days and last time I checked, there are no comments. This could be because no one reads Maclean’s anymore. As a rule, I know I don’t. Or it could be that no one cares. Of course, I would be remiss if I discounted the possibility it could be a combination with a large dose of both.   
It wasn’t a bad article – as far as it goes, but there is one glaring omission.  If you want to discuss New Brunswick and omit any mention of the Irving family and their generational strangleholds on the province, well, that’s a large part of the how and why modern New Brunswick is the way it is. If you want to begin the process of meaningful change it is hard to overlook how the Irving family has been playing politics and treating the province as their personal fiefdom for four generations. I’d put it this way; the Irvings are New Brunswick, and the rest of us, are just tourists.
Take Saint John, the largest city in the province. It’s an old international port city with some of the most interesting examples of Loyalist Empire and Victorian architecture. The first and only time I encountered Soviet sailors in Canada was in a Shoppers Drug Mart in uptown Saint John. They were trying to buy perfume. The sailors were quite relieved to see me and assumed mistakenly, because of my looks, I had to be able to speak Russian. Alas, a few simple words were all I could muster. Nyet Soviet.

I have never seen a city which goes begging for the process of gentrification as badly as Saint John. It has the potential for being a crown jewel of Canadian cities, if only; it could attract young families willing to invest in living in Saint John. Real estate prices are 1/6th of Toronto’s, and for less than a $200,000 investment you could buy and restore, with top of the line upgrades, a home which would sell for close to $2 million in Toronto, but those families won’t come . There is very little work even though it is the kind of place your children are safe enough to walk to school at age 6.  Let me not mince words, a great deal of why that is, is because of the Irving investments. 

The smell of Saint John is all-pervasive and overwhelming. Enter Saint John and you enter the smell of Dante’s Inferno. When I first arrived in Saint John in 1980, I was could not believe how any modern government would allow a company to get away with creating such noxious odors in an urban environment. It’s not just the Irving Pulp and Paper mill, there is the Irving Oil Refinery as well, and periodically, the smell of oil and gas gets added to the all-pervasive sulfur mix.  I haven’t been back to Saint John since the 80’s, but apparently, nothing much has changed.

I can say all this because, I don’t live there and I am not dependent on the Irving's for my livelihood. One out of twelve of New Brunswickers are directly employed by the Irving.  It doesn’t sound like a great number, or a number which would be an impediment, but when you start to understand how interconnected the Irving’s business interests are,  and how many non-Irving businesses are either entirely or indirectly dependent with Irving largess, that 1/12th starts to grow exponentially.  Want to raise taxes on Irving interests or make them clean up their environmental act? They’ll threaten to leave the province and take away the jobs, send you a bill for paving a road or building a needed causeway. Take your pick.

Take the Fourth estate. It is almost entirely and utterly owed by the Irving family. There is no other media monopoly exists in the country exists like the Irving’s media interests. This is one place in the country where people think, ‘Thank G-d for the CBC'.  What happens when a non-Irving media tries to establish a presence in the province? Take a look at this CBC report from  2007.

The federal government needs to take a serious look at media concentration in New Brunswick, according to Senator Joan Fraser, co-author of a June 2006 report that raised questions about Irving media holdings. Her comments come as Irving-owned Brunswick News Inc. takes a former publisher to court in the midst of his efforts to start a new newspaper.

"We didn't find anywhere else in the developed world a situation like the situation in New Brunswick," Fraser told CBC News on Friday. The senate report examined the state of all of Canada's news media. All of the English daily newspapers in New Brunswick are owned by Irving and its other entities, as are all of the weekly publications, with the exception of the Sackville Tribune and the St. Croix Courier, and some radio stations.

Irving is also one of the largest employers in the province, with interests in the forestry, retail, construction, transportation and food sectors. "The Irving interests are bigger in New Brunswick than the whole federal government is in the whole of Canada, if you see what I mean, proportionately," Fraser said.
 Read about the saga of the demise of the Carlton Free Press and how the Irving’ used the courts and their wealth to drive the little paper that didn’t grow out of business. Competition is for suckers, much like environmental and pollution controls. 

In fact, this wasn’t the first time the Senate looked into the Irving Media interests. Senator Keith Davy’s warned about it in the seventies. Nothing has change, and the Irving Media Empire has grown only larger and more entrenched.  


New Brunswick got on the bilingual band wagon early.  Probably the potential for graft and handouts from the federal government was seen as too lucrative an opportunity to be denied to the political class. The act of becoming a fully bilingual province was considered to be ‘forward-thinking’  and the prevailing political wisdom of the time was that an entirely ‘bilingual’ province would give a provincial economic leg up against the rest of the Canada with a thoroughly bilingual population. Just like theories of a flat earth, this promised economic reward never got off the ‘dreaming the impossible dream’ stage.   If anything, the reality of provincial bilingualism saddled New Brunswick with unnecessary debt which continues to bleed provincial coffers dry. The province can barely afford one public school system, let alone two. The province of Quebec has nothing  on the signage bullies in Dieppe.


It’s geographically a large province and the population is spread out. Public transportation linking rural communities with the cities is practically nonexistent. The car is king here but you were never know it from the state of the roads.  There was a time when New Brunswick was thriving, then it entered Confederation, and well, it’s been downhill ever since. 

And yet, it is undoubtedly, one of the most beautiful provinces in the country.  While parts of the province are definitely snowy, the climate is much milder than what can be found in other parts of the country.  Growing up, one of the treats of my mother’s annual track home was eating at any of the fish shacks or roadside diners that use to dot the roads and by-ways of the province. It was probably one of the few places in the continent where (in season) freshly caught salmon or lobster could be considered fast food.  The bread was divinely ‘home-made’ fresh, much like the pies and cakes. 

Those places are mostly gone, and in their stead, are Irving gas station diners where processed food is more often the norm - not always, but all too often.  Contrary to what you make think, New Brunswickers are a resourceful people, but like institutional racism, the entrenched fiefdom of poverty means anyone who can hightails it out of the province as soon as possible or be ground down.

I was born in Fredericton, New Brunswick; my mother was born and raised in Northumberland Country.  She lives in the house she born in, the same house her mother was born in, the same house my great-grandfather was born in – and so on all the way back to two escapees from a life sentence of indentured servitude brought them to the New World.  The house started as a log cabin and each generation added their mark. Now it is a large rambling 5 bedroom home, the last homey house at the end of the road going nowhere. The house sits on 100 acres of prime timberland but the market value of the house and land is about $35,000. I jest not.

My mother met my father when she was working on the air force base as a civilian clerk. The air force base outlasted their marriage, but it too is now long gone. I spent the first two years of my life in New Brunswick and never returned until my 17th birthday when I came back with my mother. Her father was ill, all her sisters had moved back. She wanted to go home but would not return without me.  I managed two weeks, before I made the decision, I had to get the hell of there or spend a life toiling in despair.  

The people were some of the most decent you could find, but to them, I was always an outsider. I remember one woman in a clothing store asking me where I was from as she couldn’t place my foreign accent.  See what happens when you are raised by Eastern Europeans in Upper Canada?

I worked the hardest I have ever had to work in order to save every penny I could. I had a job as a chambermaid, waitressing at truck stops and fish shacks. At one point, I had three jobs and got by with only 5 hours sleep a night. I even worked as an assistant lumber broker for Leonard Ellen Lumber. I held the dubious distinction of being the worst lumber broker in the Maritimes. It took me nine months to save $3,000 and I returned to Toronto May 1, 1980. It might not seem like a lot of money, but when the minimum wage was around $3.25 or less (if you worked in the hospitality industry) and I still had to pay to live. My first work’s pay in Toronto was for $175.00. I felt like a queen. My knees, hands and back thanked me. I never went back to live. What I did learn was that survival in New Brunswick meant working at a Sisyphean task. 

My mother is old and quite frail and still manages to live in her girlhood home.  Last year she came to spend the winter with me and the Last Amazon.  This summer, her twin sister had a stroke, so my mother refused to leave her Mamie.  I worry about her.  Toronto scares her. It’s too big and loud, and more importantly, she feels the innately the vulnerability of old age here. The hard edges of Toronto citizenry makes her feel like there is always a knife poised at her throat. 

Toronto depresses her and she feels there is no room to breathe. The restaurants are better than when she was young, but she tells me everyone looks so used up and worn out.  She sees no joy in the faces of the crowd. And I get that now. But since she used her beauty to marry for looks rather than wealth; it is only here I can make a living. 
I have gone back, now and then, to visit my mother, I have sent all my children to spend time in the last homey house at the end of the road going nowhere.  It’s a place of great beauty and where the stars shine so bright and hang so low at night it makes you believe you only need to stretch out to grasp them in your hand.  I miss the solitude of the woods and the sound of the river but one cannot feast on beauty alone. 

Can New Brunswick be saved? I sincerely don’t know, but I suspect it will take more than any provincial government to put all the things right which are so clearly so very wrong.