What is it about Canada that has its government promise to deliver on an issue that once rocked the nation, but neglect to do so for half a century? And then, after this much time had lapsed, and the government was reminded of the promise, it waffled as to whether or not it will take it another half century to consider fulfilling the promise. What makes an institution of that size behave in such manner?
It all began with Pierre Elliott Trudeau whose system of values caused
him to reject the world order as it was fashioned in the aftermath of the
Second World War. He felt an affinity with the human race; a natural bonding
that was so strong, it caused him to develop a rebellion against the handful of
nations that won the war, and with it won the right to impose their vision on
how the world will be organized from now on, not just for themselves but for
all of humanity.
In reality, Pierre Elliott Trudeau’s heart stayed with the wretched
masses that he deemed will be most affected by the decisions of others, people
who live their lives without being consulted as to what they want for
themselves or their loved ones. And so, Pierre Trudeau responded to the itch that
his proclivity was causing him to stay awake, by undertaking a number of
gestures.
The most consequential gesture was his recognition of the Fidel Castro
regime in Cuba. Also, being a performer at heart, and one that loved to be
watched as he performed his job, Pierre Trudeau could not resist engaging in
physical acts that reflected his heartfelt sentiments. To that end, he wore
sandals of the kind that’s worn by the poor — even on solemn occasions. And he
travelled to Yemen, the poorest of the Arab nations where he sat with the most
backward tribe and ate the eye of a sheep; a skin-crawling habit practiced only
among that tribe and nowhere else.
In addition, Pierre Trudeau did the things that had other people —
mostly journalists — associate him with a persona he did not own, a development
that began to wear him. What he tried to do was show off his physical prowess,
especially at the swimming pool. Also, this being the era influenced by the
Oriental gurus, Trudeau followed the trend. The most visible way to do so being
to practice Yoga, he showed the journalists how well he could stand on his
head. As it turned out, this kind of playfulness was so refreshing in a country
that was ruled by the dictates of the stiff upper lip, it started the movement that
came to be known as Trudeaumania. But that turned out to be a mistake.
It was a mistake because Journalists who could not tell the difference
between hearing someone say: “I think, therefore I am,” and someone say: “help
me get back on my feet,” mistakenly saw the Trudeau friskiness as proof that he
was endowed with a superior intellect. They thought of him as being a
Philosopher King, and so designated him. But knowing that he was neither a king
nor a philosopher, yet daring not to correct the journalists, he tried to play a
role he never managed to perfect. This reality made him feel insecure, and the
feeling grew worse with the passage of time.
Coincident with all that, were the revelations that the security
apparatus of the country had gone out of control. Being in the crosshairs of
the deadliest retards since the appearance of scorpions on Planet Earth, I
asked the Government of Pierre Trudeau to lift that burden off my shoulder. He
could not do it, all the more so because his recognition of the Castro regime
had placed him on the American list of the undesirables at a time when the
security apparatus of Canada was taking orders from its American counterparts. I
hit back at Trudeau’s inaction and he found himself caught between the
immovable RCMP rock, and the firmness of my punches. Trudeaumania quickly
disappeared, and was forgotten as the country began to sink into an era of
lethargy made frightful by its maniacal dimensions.
This is the situation that Justin Trudeau, the current honcho heading
the Canadian government, has inherited from his father. Can he turn things
around and make Canada a normal country? Will Canada learn to respect its
citizens enough to defend them instead of doing what it does now, which is to
let the security apparatus use Canadians as currency with which to buy the
goodwill of foreign charlatans?
As strange as this may sound, the insecurity that Pierre Elliott felt,
was neither indigenous nor unique to him. He shared it with the security
apparatus that demonstrated time after time, it was so fearful of making a
mistake and be proven incompetent, it turned itself into mere pimps engaged in
the business of collecting information about Canadian citizens, and feed it to the
foreigners who used it to serve the countries they represented.