Message to people who threaten politicians

Today I want to speak to those who have a large blue vein on their forehead.

The boys and girls who are always at the end of their chain and yell at politicians.

Can you stop whining for two minutes and look around?

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We are here in Canada.

Not in Syria. In North Korea. In China. In Belarus. In Somalia. Or in Turkmenistan.

Do you know how many people would like to trade places with you?


We are in paradise. One of the best places to live in the world.

In terms of GDP per capita, life expectancy, social safety net, absence of corruption, health, security.

And yes, freedom.

Your sacrosanct freedom.

Can you calm down for a second and wipe up the foam that’s pouring out of your mouth?


Everything perfect in Quebec?

Of course not.

I personally would like our language to be better protected and Quebec to become a state.

But there is nothing that cannot be regulated democratically.

The problem is that you don’t care about democracy. When it comes time to vote, it’s better to buy another bag of Doritos than go to the polls.

“That doesn’t work, they’re all crossers…”

What a great excuse to sit on your ass.

And come on, hey presto, another insulting email. And another sip of beer.

If everyone were as mean as you are, we would have no labor insurance in 1940, no Labor Code in 1964, no health insurance in 1969, and no medical euthanasia in 2020.

Long live democracy

Here I want to tell you about a masterful novel I just read: teacher of desire (The Professor of Desires) by Philippe Roth.

A book about man-woman relationships.

What does that have to do with politics?

Follow me.

It’s the story of a man who’s always attracted to hysterical, complicated women and always finds himself in intense, feverish, tormented romantic relationships.

And then one day he meets what he says is an “extraordinarily ordinary” woman.

A trippy woman. Strange. Soft. Balanced.

First he finds her apartment. He misses his life so far, which felt like a roller coaster ride.

And then he realizes that this is happiness. It is quiet. It’s crystal clear. No highs too high or lows too low.

Why am I telling you this?

Because you remind me of the hero of Roth’s book.

Democracy is the most beautiful of all systems, but you are unable to realize it.

You find it boring. Routine. In a democracy it takes time to change things, it’s a long-term job, you have to sacrifice yourself, have patience.

They prefer revolutions, crises, uprisings. Play the heroes.

It’s so much trippier!

In that sense, you’re like Roth’s character.

Immature. Infantile. And doomed to go around in circles, never achieving anything.

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