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“Kinsella puts the Left on the right track with new book!”

- Calgary Herald



On our journey Stateside, we did Trump sightings. 

Whenever we’d see a Trump bumper sticker, or billboard, or T-shirt, we’d point it out to each other. “There’s another one,” we’d say. Then we’d lapse into silence. 

All along highway 90, we were reminded that we weren’t in Canada anymore. It was weird. 

And, unlike when we are in Canada – where it’s safe to call Donald Trump a racist and bigot and a white nationalist out loud – we kept our comments to ourselves. At the border crossing in Niagara Falls, in fact, our son implored us to say nothing about Trump. “They have microphones at the border,” he said, nervously, and we did what he asked.

So, as we got deeper into America, we continued to keep quiet about Donald Trump. As our son suggested, it’s hard to know which white person supports him, and which one doesn’t.  

Gallup, however, has now given us a useful field guide. As everyone expected, it tends to be older, whiter men. But the assumption everybody previously made about the core Trump vote – me included – is wrong. 

Before Massachusetts, I simply assumed – like everyone else – that Trump’s vote was rooted in economic insecurity and resentments. Until Massachusetts, I had bought into all of the Rust Belt theory: he was attracting the support of older white men in the primaries who believed they lost their manufacturing jobs to trade deals, technology and globalization. Until Massachusetts.

Massachusetts has one of the highest rates of post secondary education in the union, you see. And, in the primaries, Donald Trump won Massachusetts in a landslide.

Gallup has now released a massive study about all of this stuff. The poll makes clear that the number one preoccupation of the Trump vote isn’t the economy. It’s race.

“His supporters are less educated and more likely to work in blue collar occupations, but they earn relative high household incomes, and living in areas more exposed to trade or immigration does not increase Trump support. There is stronger evidence that racial isolation and less strictly economic measures of social status, namely health and intergenerational mobility, are robustly predictive of more favorable views toward Trump, and these factors predict support for him but not other Republican presidential candidates.”

Race, not economy. That’s why Trump called Mexicans rapists and murderers, and that’s why he called for a ban on Muslims, and that’s why he said blacks are the cause of crime. Race. He knew exactly what he was doing in the primaries. It worked. 

Being a Canadian, I of course thought that the election and re-election of a black man as president meant that the United States of America – where I lived for years, and which I love – meant the end of racism. I watched Jesse Jackson cry on Election Night in 2008 (I may have too), and I concluded that America had been reborn. 

Well, it hasn’t been, and Trump is irrefutable proof. 

So too his vote. They aren’t a media construct, either. They aren’t made up. They are real people, flesh and blood. And they feel have been left behind by trade, technology and the times. If we’re being honest with ourselves, they actually have been, haven’t they?

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not making excuses. Donald Trump is of course a deranged, autocratic, racist piece of shit. He is the worst of the worst. That is the truth. 

But, as we headed South along the turnpike, this also is true: he has awoken a beast. And, after Trump loses in November, everyone will still have to contend with that beast roaming America, upending conventions and common wisdom. 

The beast is coming to Canada, too. Just watch. Rob Ford was just the beginning. 



This one is pretty special, too. Lisa, this one is for you. 



Like most Canadians, I see good in all of the Canadian political parties. I think they all occasionally have good ideas, and they all have some great people.

But they are all sort of the same, aren’t they? They often become indistinguishable when they win the privilege of power. In government, they really aren’t all that different. 

Bob Rae’s New Democrats (appropriately) imposed austerity measures when they ran things in Ontario, and Stephen Harper’s Conservatives (appropriately) spent like drunken sailors in the aftermath of the 2008-2009 global recession. And Justin Trudeau’s Liberals (belatedly, but correctly) decided they’d been wrong about ISIS, and have committed Canada to something Harper never, ever did – troops on the ground, in harm’s way.

In my reclining years, I seek clarity, however. I seek a real contrast. So, I’ve made a big decision. I’ve chosen a new political party. Next week, I formally announce it. But can you guess which one? Vote now, vote often!




Three years ago! Wow.  Times flies when you’re super frigging old.




Knew his wife, who was simply amazing, better. Him, not so much. 

Anyway. You know what I liked about him? Happened on one day. 

It was 2005, Spring. He’d been with The Boss early on, and then he abruptly wasn’t. He went over to Martin, when things were really bad. Some things you don’t forget. 

So, we ran into each other in front of Centre Block. Shook hands. Him: “I don’t like what you say about the Prime Minister.”

Me: “I don’t fucking like what you did to the real Prime Minister.”

He laughed, and so did I. Small talk. We parted ways, smiling. 

Always remember that. He was the only one of them who had the balls to take me on, to my face. I liked that. Didn’t leak stuff anonymously, like some of those little bastards in the Martin Blip PMO. 

Anyway. RIP and safe travels, Belanger. You weren’t perfect, like all of us, but you did good when you were here. 


Ever curious about what Warren does late at night, when he can’t sleep? Well, he leaves his genius supermodel wife to the heart-shaped water bed, slips out, fires up some Google in the North Wing, sips at some port, and asks himself stuff like: “I wonder what Anita Pallenberg is up to these days?”

So, here, an absolutely classic yarn by the late Chet Flippo about that time the Strolling Bones came to Toronto and genially upended Canadian politics. I was a skinny, pale teenage punk rocker in Calgary when I first read this epic, and I loathed everyone in Flippo’s story, for their corporate cock rock excess and solipsism. But I simply loved Flippo’s writing. 

Oh, Anita is still alive. Go figure. 


Evidence here.

Reason why, here. You’re welcome, world. 




Here’s FiveThirtyEight’s model that aggregates more than 500 polls.

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What you see, there, isn’t the proverbial snapshot.  It’s a trend line.  And, for the racist, extremist, nationalist Republican nominee, the trend line is all downward.  As things stand now, he is going to lose: as of today, in fact, projections show Hillary Clinton already has the electoral college votes needed to win the presidency.

So, if you were a GOP strategist trying still to elect Trump – or, more plausibly, to save “down ticket” Republican candidates – what do you do?

At this very moment, Donald Trump’s two biggest fans – Vladimir Putin and ISIS – are busily concocting an October Surprise.  In in the latter case, it will almost certainly be one with a big body count; in the former case, it will be something concocted by Putin’s hacker army.

I hope I’m wrong, of course.  But, based on the numbers, October Surprise is really all that Trump has left.

 

 


Does this disgust you?

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It should. It’s an Ohio man who filmed himself killing a black bear in Alberta – with a spear with a camera mounted on it. He’s a narcissistic, loathsome bodybuilder type who used bait in a barrel to attract the bear.  After he speared it, the animal was left for a day to die. You can reach him by email to tell him what you think about what he did: bowmarfitness@gmail.com.  Also here.

The Albertans who helped him kill the bear run a business promoting the killing of bears.  You can reach them here.

The Alberta government apparently plans to outlaw this killing, and is considering charges against these scumbags.  In the meantime, feel free to drop them a line and tell them what you think.

If enough interest develops, we can perhaps put together a boycott of the companies who help sponsor this kind of insanity: the Nisku Inn, Under Armour, Nikon and others.