2020 is hindsight. It’s also been a real pain in the ass. Truly a year for the books (or the webpages, in the case of this novice blogger's first partial year). So here's Miss F-D's first annual summary of lessons learned, lives lost, losers lambasted, and, of course… Liberals loved.
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Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends
Amid all the otherwise positive kudos for Justin Trudeau and his party’s handling of the pandemic came some occasional setbacks and stumbles in between. The manufactured scandal-mongering of the opposition over the summer has been analysed and buttery males’ed to death, but WeGhazi wasn’t the only difficult point for the Liberals this year. Canada’s delegation also lost out on their bid for a rotating membership at the United Nations Security Council, something that Trudeau had hoped to attain as a reflection of Canada’s position as a reformed player on the world stage, particularly in the wake of an embarrassing defeat for Stephen Harper in 2010.
It didn’t materialize, despite a hard-fought, albeit at times chaotic, push led over the last stretch by Foreign Affairs Minister Francois-Philippe Champagne. But I’m not the only one who rejects the petty and feckless opposition’s juvenile Nelson Muntz finger pointing that “Canada is not back” and it’s all Trudeau’s fault. You can go through my four-part analysis under the tag “UN Security Council” for a further explanation and several defences from actual foreign policy writers. The bottom line is that extenuating circumstances threw a lot of spanners in the works for Trudeau’s global ambitions — not the least of which was the cataclysmic disruption of the geopolitical landscape by the election of a bona fide elephant (or orange woolly mammoth) in the bed downstairs.
It’s not like “Canadian values” won’t be represented at the table by Norway and Ireland. Ultimately, considering the less-than-sunny disposition of the “big players” at the table, it’s probably more likely that “Canadian values” won’t be represented by anyone much at all. Not when the two biggest beasts in the room — the dragon and the eagle (or lumbering elephant) — don’t take too kindly to smaller party guests telling them to call off the dogs of war.
John Lennon famously said of Trudeau’s father in 1969, “if all leaders could be like Mr. Trudeau, the world would have peace.” Some forty years after Lennon's murder at the hands of a bitter hater who sought happiness in the form of a warm gun, the same is true of Pierre’s son. If all leaders could be like Justin Trudeau, or Angela Merkel, or Jacinda Ardern, or Erna Solberg and Leo Varadkar, the world would have peace. But Lennon also said this time around the holidays, war is over if you want it. I’m sure Trudeau wants war to be over. Norway too and Ireland especially. But China and the Untied States don’t and neither does Russia. And so the best that any of the little guys at the table (or even on the outside looking in) can hope for is that cooler heads and warmer hearts someday prevail. Otherwise, as Trudeau said when he addressed the U.N. in September for the seventy-fifth anniversary of its founding, if you think things are bad now… they’re about to get a whole lot worse.
The world needs more Canada. All he is saying, is give peace a chance.
But perhaps we’re... just not ready.
No self-respecting fish would want to be covered by a Jesse Brown podcast
With apologies to the late, great Mike Royko, one of the biggest problems that I and other colleagues addressed this year (and have been shouting about for some years now) is the absolute rot that is the Canadian “news” media. That fish is rotting from the head on down, and it's a creature from the swamp with multiple rotting heads. If you thought the U.S. village idiots with their bothsiderism and bizarre fixations upon conspiracy-theory nontroversies like Hillary’s emails on Hunter’s laptop were bad, Canada’s equivalent junk journos are a pathetic copycat cabal that punches above its weight in stupid.
Media criticism and accountability is direly needed in Canada. For some time, it attempted to be filled by the “CanadaLand” podcast network and its frenetic founder, the former CBC personality Jesse Brown. Some of the most insightful investigations into the incestuousness and corruption of Canada’s newspapers have come from CanadaLand pieces and so I give credit where credit is due.
But looking back now, almost none of it came from Brown, but the freelancers he hired — and as far as I and many others are concerned, he completely incinerated his credibility and became the very thing that he proclaimed to hate: just another crooked, myopic shill with an obsessive hatred for Justin Trudeau like the rest of the self-aggrandizing hacks and punditocracy putzes at Postmedia, the Globe, and increasingly, even his former employer at the CBC.
That Canada’s news media ran uncritically with piss-poor coverage of Brown’s vendetta against the Kielburger charity, and aided this mutual masturbation scheme to turn what could have been a beneficial aid program for pandemic-distressed students into a Bizarro Trump “scandal,” is shameful in and of itself. What’s worse is that because Brown bet the farm on ingratiating himself among the “establishment” that never took him seriously, and sought to do their bidding with a gambit at torpedoing Trudeau with this absolute nothingburger of a Clintonesque conspiracy theory, there is a vacuum for genuine criticism of the eyesore that is the Canadian fourth estate. It sure as hell isn’t going to come from some techbro who fancies himself the Warren Kinsella of Ezra Levants.
But who?
Brown’s primary rival in this sphere would have ideally been lawyer and Bush Runner author Mark Bourrie, a onetime journalist himself who also authors a blog appropriately titled Fair Press Canada, and had previously written a book called Kill the Messengers about Stephen Harper's dismantling of journalistic accountability. Bourrie wrote excellent, scathing critiques of Brown, his sham publicity operation fronting as essentially the Chapo Trap House of Rebel Medias, and the generally shameful performance of his own former profession and the anti-Liberal political opposition. But he is burned out, fed up, and in poor health. That leaves the yeoman’s work of Daniel Dale and Brian Stelter-esque factchecking to a scattered assortment of “tweeps” and small-time bloggers who get sneered at as Liberal partisans or even Trudeau groupies, because reality has a small- and big-L liberal bias. Not healthy for a G7 democracy. Or should I say, a “Murdochracy.”
For all their crowing about Trudeau and his supposed blind spots, the entire industry refuses to engage in the requisite introspection they would need to realize that they are one gigantic multi-layered conflict of interest. I have a series that I’m sporadically working on, Connecting the Dots, that ties a lot of these threads together to paint a very bad picture of the self-designated gatekeepers of truth up in the north.
Amid the corrupt connections of Postmedia, CTV/Globe & Mail, Global/Corus, and now even the Toronto “ToryStar,” Jesse Brown set out to be a muckraking Superman with a digital Daily Planet. But Jesse Brown is no Perry White. He’s just a wannabe Conrad Black.
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
Apologies on this account to the late, great Dan Fogelberg, on another Same Old Lang Syne. To say this year has exhausted all of us from all walks of life is perhaps literally the understatement of the century. The fresh-faced wunderkind in Ottawa is now a greying middle-aged veteran statesman who looks like he’s been through the war. Nevertheless, he persists (and dare I say, still maintains a new and different kind of sexy in the process), though I expect that this next upcoming campaign cycle will surely be his last. Trudeau the elder served sixteen years as prime minister, from 1968 to 1984 with a brief Joe Clark interregnum for eleven months in 1979. Chronologically speaking, Trudeau the younger has served only five thus far; psychologically speaking, with those five years dominated by Donald Trump and a global pandemic, it’s fair to say that about nine decades has been compressed into just half of one.
And I admire his tenacity throughout. I admire a lot more than that about Justin Trudeau, obviously, but I truly marvel at his willingness to sacrifice what could otherwise be a successful and indeed lucrative private life as a schoolteacher or an app developer or whatever it is he would otherwise be doing, to marshal his country through crisis after crisis — while suffering the slings and arrows of some of the most deplorable individuals to ever serve as members of public office. Including and especially Donald Trump.
I am tired too, of COVID and bigotry and conspiracy theorists and smear attackers and the deplorable stupidity of wide swaths of peoplekind, including the majority of my limited inner circle. I’ve found that I like blogging, I like getting my words out there, but that I ought to pace myself lest I reach a point of burnout as well.
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And I send him all the best wishes for a happy and successful 2021 and long afterward, hopefully with a majority government in the near future and a bestseller second memoir at some point down the line.
Myself, I owe the strength to keep going to the friends I’ve met along the way (and even some I haven’t). Simon, J.D., R.T., Rumleyfips, Steve, Ottlib, Marmalade, Brawnfire, Salamander, Brian Dundas, all the “non-commenters” at Wonkette, and everyone over at “Liberal Twitter.” Thanks for everything, from this lonely Yank on the wrong side of the border who doesn’t allow comments either and has never been fond of canned clams. (Though I’ve yet to try poutine. Perhaps that’s a resolution worth keeping, eh?)
Happy New Year, Canada. Bonne année. And for Dearest Justin… don’t let the Sun catch you crying, and don’t let the bastards grind you down — let ‘em fuddle duddle in the snow and freeze in the dark.
You’re a great Guy. You’re a truly royal Canadian.