Its another crisp (read freezing cold) March morning as I unwrap my morning paper to find yet another picture of our fearless Premier behind yet another lectern, looking relatively agitated, her arm jutting palm out at a 45 degree angle, stirring up the troops with yet another divisive ploy. Todays wedge is the specter of voter fraud. Unconcerned with anything resembling proof or validation, our fearless leader and her Justice Minister hit the ground running last weekend with allegations, raised by their own party no less, that Canada and Ontario are trying to steal the Quebec Election from the real Quebeckers! Really?! Isnt that what the Directeur General des Elections is for? Doesnt he have a non-partisan mandate to ensure the integrity of the voter list? Are you saying hes not doing his job? Are you making a formal complaint? Do you have any proof or reasonable doubt to suspect anything of the sort? Yes, yes, no, no, no, the Premier responds. She then goes into a reverie and proceeds to wistfully explain: Mais, the facts...how you say, they dont make the good headline?! The people, they are going to Quebec Solidaire...that crazy David...she is telling them the truth!! Is she malade?! She should know that THEY CANT HANDLE THE TRUTH! They want to hear about the Charte des Valeurs...you know...this very important document M. Drainville created to solve the problem that I asked him to invent?! But now, David, she speaks of sovereignty! So they listen to her! Cest fou! We, at the PQ, we only will talk about that when we can win a referendum...you know...when all the Anglos and les immigrants, they are gone , then...boom! We do it, and how you say...? Robert, Bob, he is your uncle! Satisfied that she has managed to let another day of campaigning go by, without cluttering the peoples minds with a hint of how she intends to govern the province and pull it out of the doldrums she put it in, la Reine Pauline is going home to her four-poster canopy bed. Her successor, Le Dauphin PIerre-Karl as he is affectionately known, is chosen. Its of no consequence that he derailed the campaign with his fist-waving dream of a country he can leave to his children! He will be the First President of Le Nouveau Pays, and his children and Marois children will be the next chosen ones. They will be Pure Laine to the core, and unconcerned with the vicissitudes of daily life in la Metropole, among the annoying but useful immigrants. They will find new and creative ways to convince the electorate that a return to Feudalism is the best way to redistribute the wealth. Jean-Michel Peladeau-Marois will be anointed Eternal Leader of the Benevolent Empire of Quebec. Hey! Mme Marois, wake up...wake up! Listen to me: While I still have free will, and before my right to vote is taken away because my mother who died 17 years ago did not spend the last 6 months in Quebec (désolé Monsieur, under ground does not count...), let me tell you this: I see right through you and Im not the only one. There are still enough of us left to boot you out of office. We are French and English and Other, and we are not filled with hatred for each other! We are filled with contempt for you and the low opinion you have of your people. We will defeat you, and we hope that the next government has time to heal the wounds you inflicted. We pray to any God we choose, that this healing will happen before youve recovered enough to come back and do more harm to those have put their faith in you.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 22:08:18 +0000
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