Canadian Democracy at Work: The G20 in Toronto

Let’s all sing along with the Buffalo Springfield or (fittingly) the Police.

As Bugs almost said to Elmer: be afwaid, be vewwy afwaid. Consider this poster:

[“Steph All-Mighty” … “Stephen Harper: What if you could do anything, just like George W. Bush, for 4 years?”]

 However, for those who are looking for a more symbolic reasons, consider this sculpture of our national emblem . (Look up Beaverlodge, Alberta).

It predates even the first coming to Alberta of our current Great Leader, nonetheless …

 

“That’s Mr. Beaver, Sir, to you.”

 Those with a poetical bent might recall these words, from “The Second Coming” by W.B. Yeats, albeit without my substitution and elision.

 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

Surely some revelation is at hand;

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Ottawa Toronto to be born?

We have some answer, now, to that question, don’t we?

Still, let’s hope that the current not-even-close-to-philosopher king doesn’t have reason to consider declaring won’t have to declare the War Measures Act. I’m sure that, somewhere, Pierre Trudeau is chuckling somewhat ironically.

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  1. Anybody want to hazard a guess as to how quiet downtown Toronto wouldn’t be, right now, were the era still, say, circa 1965-1975?

    Not quite plus ça change, methinks.