Sunday, 1 July 2012

Being Canadian...

Namasate brothers and sisters, this representation was an e mail I sent to a great Canadian freedom fighter, Mr. Mel Hurtig. You do not have to be Canadian to consider the social issues presented in this post. Please ponder this topic and share with us what you perceive to be the good or bad elements of  nationalistic fervor in your country?

Mr Hurtig, having listened to CBC radio interview you the last couple of nights I found myself awakening to long lost feelings of nationalism. Such emotions are foreign to me of late as I have done everything in my power to disassociate myself from Canada which is my country of birth.

I remember sitting in my grade school classroom watching the 72' summit series against those dastardly Russians, how proud we all were of our nation, strong and free. Feelings and emotions of unbridled pride filter through my memories as I recall a young child excitedly learning of how earnestly we fought the two great wars. Moving beyond the smoking guns of war, I recall other aspects of Canadian greatness; U.N. peacekeepers, social responsibility (in contrast to our US neighbours), inventiveness, cleanliness, strength in unity, let us not forget the bilingual acceptance of our Quebec brethren. Eloquent, albeit spirit induced, speeches from John A as he drove home the CPR thereby uniting our great land. Unlocked doors, open hearts and minds, compassion, caring, love, these were the imprints left upon myself as I defined, in my heart, what it meant to be Canadian.

Listening to you on the radio caused me pause to inquire, where have those feelings gone? If I were to choose two words which would emphatically illustrate the change in my step, it would have to be "Free Trade". I recall the anger I felt as a young man standing in front of the C.N. tower, placard in hand, desperately urging Canadians to reflect upon the great loss this agreement would represent. I always hated those bastard conservatives (John A and John Diefenbaker excepted); I knew in my heart they would bend over to corporate greed and the might of Americanism. Where was my Pierre, his finger eloquently raised in defiance to anything which was not truly Canadian? Free trade represented for myself, and possibly for my countrymen, a loss of innocence. No longer could I deny my country was lead for the benefit of corporatism irrespective of the well being of our citizenry. What are we Mel, if we are not a nation of united peoples?

How naive I was to think my dear Liberals, given the chance, would have chartered a course less demeaning to the rights and freedom of Canadians. Free trade opened a door to which a slippery slope awaited my presence.  For the first time in my life, I was compelled to investigate deeper the machinations of our true north strong and free. Uncovering the tapestry of the politic Canada caused grief, anger and dismay. My beloved John A, the bastion of Canadiana proved to be a puppet of the great Rothschild empire. Masters of banking empires steering our country from the comfort of leather clad chairs across the Atlantic. Two world wars deliberately constructed on the back end of false flag terror, elite paymasters roiling the globe in the spirit of profit, loss and global national debt. Canadian men and women sacrificing their lives, not for freedom, rather, to line the pockets of insatiable elite banksters. U.N. peacekeeping, surely that cornerstone of Canadian righteousness would prevail, look now to what the REAL u.n. represents! United Nations, wager of unjust war, atrocity, countless crimes against humanity. Canadian boys and girls rendering their lives under U.N auspices for the benefit of corporate opium and oil profiteering. Oh Canada, how great, strong or free are we who stand idle as our prime minister cheers the death of a great Libyan leader whilst sending Canadian jets to bomb innocent children. This group of jackals dressed in compassion whilst dripping red to show their true colours.

My Canada, dear sweet beautiful, where is she now Mel? She lies spent, ravaged, raped, another sorry statistic in the garbage heap of global fascism. Child poverty unabated, murderous child molesting church officialdom unaccounted, inequality of wealth, a destroyed social safety net, illegal banking structure, illegal federal taxation (against the B.N.A.). The list is endless Mel, tears freely flow down my cheek as I ponder the destruction of a young boys dream. A dream it was sir, the substance which encouraged our national resolve, merely a hoax, fabrications of mind programming. Media, following a concentric path to singularity of ownership, has diluted truth to a farcically embarrassing level. Do they think we fools, unable to research truth juxtaposed to corporate programming. Silly rabbits, missing the elite's blatant term "programming" used to defined mass media. Yes Sally and little Johnny, they call it "programming" for a very good reason, keep away it's not safe! Don't get me started on the Bank of Canada, fractional reserve lending, debt servitude and the veracity of what it means to be a 21st century slave.

We have just hit the crux of the matter Mel! Debt servitude, that is why we fought two world wars, that is why democracy was only a facade to hide the real agenda of fascism, that is why corporations run our country. You like to research Mel, check out the way dictionaries of the world have redefined the term fascism, tell me the bastardisation of language is not by design. Debt slavery has arrived in Canada Mel, our children are literally starving, one mid to low range (30-50) income can no longer sustain a family. Health care, and the entire social safety net we so proudly admired, is almost gone. We have been colonised by the insensitivity, uncaring, nature we once labeled as hideous avarice. Some say our times represent the Americanisation of Canada, this is not accurate, it is corporatism which renders the souls of all nations void of value. We Canadians continue to allow our great country to be raped, no different than the metastases of unaccounted cancer. Reprieve, and a calling for sanity, can only arise on the backs of a destroyed middle class, we may think that impossible, however I beseech you to consider it inevitable.

Leaving the subject with a hockey metaphor may be most apropos. We are down a goal in the final minute of the third period. Wayne has just been butt ended in the corner by the I.M.F. Desperate to hit the slot with a pass, Frank fights for control of the puck but the W.H.O. counter. Gordie, elbows up in front of the net awaits the pass whilst the U.N. stand fast in goal. Frank drops the puck back to his brother Pete who fires a laser to the net,  The Bank of Canada blocks the shot and passes the puck to the B.I.S. who clears it over the blue line. Seconds are ticking down, time to regroup boys, this is a Canadian game!

Knowledge has always been the key to emancipation, alas, it is such a shame Canadian brethren rely on corporate media to program their sense of self and country. You Mel, have been a great skater for the Canadian side, I admire your nationalistic resolve, however I ask you consider what nationalism truly represents? Standing apart from my Canadian heritage does not represent my giving up on change, nor does it suggest I have forsaken my country. You suggest I cast a vote for change, but you fail to see I have been given, nor will I ever receive a viable or sane choice. Choosing to separate myself from Canada, in my mind, reflects the ultimate statement of awareness.

I stand against the separation of men!
I stand against the evils of fascism, destroying my country!
I stand against the inequity of our human expression, the inability of Canadians to attend the needs of all our children!

Yesterday, I spied a little song bird, bright in colour she probably migrated from the south. No one asked her for a visa, I.D., nor did they tax her travel. She is free, she has the right to make her home, feed her offspring and live in love. I see in the cartographic lines which represent our border a greater paradigm of separation which can only lead to manifest fear, and in turn, diminish what we represent as a collective and as individuals.

I have always taught my children the two most important words in any language are "I AM". Whatever we feel in our heart represents the manifestation as our imminent reality. I am Canadian has a beautiful ring, much like there is sweetness in the sound of our name, we too find equal pleasure in the sound of our country. Canada, rings in our heart as a most beautiful word Mel, not because of her borders, rather, it is the emotional unity of peoples that marks us Canadian. This unity of which I speak cannot be limited in nature. We must seek to eliminate all borders, we must further the bond of humanity. Education, sex, sports, nationalism, religion, politics, colour, race, are just a few of the many constructs used by the elite to keep us from unity. Those thieving corporate bastards feeding on my brethren are using wolves in sheep's clothing designed to tear us asunder. The 21st century slave can gain freedom, first we must educate ourselves to the point of seeing the chains so cleverly hidden.

I would love to travel the country speaking to points of sanity, alas, I represent the impoverished lower class. Having been college and university educated, I failed to ascend corporate ladders. For some reason, I never could find a place of comfort. Tis' not sour grapes my brother Mel, rather, it was a choice to seek knowledge, justice, to stand firm against fascist opponents hell bent on raping my Canadian and global brethren. My refusal to participate in the federal system of illegal taxation has made it impossible to attain a mortgage, health care, U.I., or enjoy the many other benefits of a faithful tax paying participant. Standing against all government, I have chosen abstinence from voting as civil protest against atrocity home and abroad. If I had availed myself of T.V. or other media programming I would have learned of, and voted for, your National party. I see vision in your dreams Mel, I hear love in your voice as you speak with passion to what it should mean to be Canadian. Canada is like a hot pie fresh out of the oven, it smells and looks so very tasty. Much as I would like, I cannot advocate my brethren eat of this fine desert, the ingredients are poisoned by GMO substitutes. You sir are champion to my cause, you represent a vehicle of  knowledge all Canadians must heed. My views could never be carried on the wings of the corporate media machine, alas, I am so very pleased yours have. You cause me pause Mel, you have revived sentiments long lost and buried. I must ponder your stance, credit your resolve and see value in your tack. Possibly I can hold our flag high whilst still seeking global unity. Perhaps I can revisit my conceptualisation of being Canadian so that once again I may embrace my country.

In Lak' ech, my dearest of brothers, reaching for Canadian unity....