In my latest Loonie Politics column I say all the people suddenly demanding that noisy protests with an ugly fringe be denounced and driven from the public square, to say nothing of blockades and actual vandalism, will be asked to take a similar approach to the next one even if they sympathize with its cause.
In my latest Epoch Times column I ask everyone concerned with the Freedom Convoy, friends and foes alike, to stop acting as if they were their own worst enemy and a danger to the public.
In my latest Loonie Politics column I say there’s a silver lining to people noticing thanks to the pandemic that the Charter doesn’t protect us from overbearing government … but only if we decide to fix the problem, and the Constitution.
In my latest Loonie Politics column I suggest the reason Canadians have been docile in the face of harsh and often arbitrary pandemic measures is that we are becoming a nation of sheep who bleat “I am a rebel” in unison because the government told us to.
In my latest National Post column I say that politicians and voters need to make a New Year’s resolution to think about why bad things are happening and how to stop or reduce them instead of just wishing them away.
In my latest National Post column I say David Suzuki’s thinly veiled threat of violence if he and his sanctimonious ilk don’t get their way, in defiance of lawful authority and popular consent, reflects a persistent mentality on the left.
“‘Look there, a garden!’ said my college friend,/ The Tory member’s elder son, ‘and there!/ God bless the narrow sea which keeps her off,/ And keeps our Britain, whole within herself,/ A nation yet, the rulers and the ruled--/ Some sense of duty, something of a faith,/ Some reverence for the laws ourselves have made,/ Some patient force to change them when we will,/ Some civic manhood firm against the crowd--/ But yonder, whiff! there comes a sudden heat,/ The gravest citizen seems to lose his head,/ The king is scared, the soldier will not fight,/ The little boys begin to shoot and stab,/ A kingdom topples over with a shriek/ Like an old woman, and down rolls the world/ In mock heroics stranger than our own;/ Revolts, republics, revolutions, most/ No graver than a schoolboys’ barring out;/ Too comic for the serious things they are,/ Too solemn for the comic touches in them,/ Like our wild Princess with as wise a dream/ As some of theirs--God bless the narrow seas!/ I wish they were a whole Atlantic broad.’”
Alfred Lord Tennyson “The Princess: Conclusion” in Alfred Tennyson: The Major Works
In my latest Loonie Politics column I say making Steven Guilbeault environment minister was a bad idea everyone should have seen coming.