Carleton U. reports on on this week’s lecture

Warren Kinsella talks Trump, Brexit and the far-right threat

Carleton alumnus Warren Kinsella returned to his alma mater on Thursday, November 30 for a public lecture on the rise of the far-right in the Trump/Brexit era.

Warren Kinsella gave a public lecture at Carleton this week on “The Rise of the Far Right in the Trump/Brexit Era: Lessons for Political Communication.”
Kinsella, who worked as a communications strategist on election campaigns for Hillary Clinton and Jean Chrétien, discussed the recent surge in anti-immigrant and anti-refugee sentiment in Western democracies and the implications for political communications.

“The beast is awake,” said Kinsella on the rise white supremacist and neo-Nazi movements across the country, a worrying trend which he described as “just the tip of the iceberg” given the lack of statistics on hate crimes in Canada.

Kinsella, who completed his Bachelor of Journalism at Carleton, warned that journalists need to avoid softening their language when reporting on these movements.

“Don’t call them white nationalists and don’t call them the alt-right,” said Kinsella, a Toronto-based lawyer, author and human rights activist. “They’re neo-Nazis and white supremacists.”

In answer to the question of how individuals can take action and fight far-right movements, Kinsella advocated for getting off social media and getting involved in local politics.

“A tweet is not enough,” Kinsella said. “A Facebook link is not enough. You need to show up.”

Following his lecture on campus, Kinsella spent the afternoon at Octopus Books to celebrate the release of his latest book, Recipe For Hate, which provides a fictionalized account of the clash between progressives and organized racism.

Kinsella’s breakfast talk was co-organized by the Communication & Media Studies Program, Department of Political Science and the Clayton H. Riddell Graduate Program in Political Management, with support from the Office of the Dean, Faculty of Public Affairs.

 


He was just the office boy National Security Advisor!

Totally unimportant. Nobody remembers him. Michael Who?

To wit:

WASHINGTON — President Trump’s former national security adviser, Michael T. Flynn, is expected to plead guilty on Friday to lying to the F.B.I. about two conversations with the Russian ambassador last December during the presidential transition.

The charges were the latest indication that Mr. Flynn was cooperating with the investigation by the special counsel, Robert S. Mueller III, into Russia’s interference in the 2016 presidential election. Mr. Flynn was scheduled to appear in federal court in Washington at 10:30 on Friday morning.

A plea deal with Mr. Flynn brings Mr. Mueller’s investigation into Mr. Trump’s inner circle. Such an agreement suggests that Mr. Flynn provided information to prosecutors, which may help advance the inquiry.

In all seriousness, two things: one, remember this little shithead leading chants of “lock her up”? Remember all that? Schadenfreude doesn’t begin to describe it.

Two, I hope the rest of these racist, sexist, fascistic bastards – and President PissTape in particular – have a really, really miserable weekend.

I know the rest of us won’t!


Punk rock, reaching across borders and the ages

Our record label CEO, Simon Harvey, sent me a note:

Well, this is cool. A friend in Vancouver just posted a picture, of a stack of great old singles he’s recently scooped, in the ’70s punk collector group. Joe Kidd– an early ’80s fixture who played in the most important Philippine punk band and is to that country’s scene as Biafra is to the US or Shithead is to Canada– posted this reply. I’m sending him both the Nasties EP and an SFH LP, of course!

You can read more about Joe Kidd here. And here’s his note to Simon!


My U of C law prof is being appointed to the Supreme Court – and she is in my new book!

Amazing!

The newest addition to the Supreme Court of Canada will be Sheilah Martin.

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau announced Wednesday morning his nomination of Martin to fill the seat on the Supreme Court that will be left vacant when Chief Justice Beverley McLachlin retires on December 15.

Sheilah Martin was a great inspiration for me at the University of Calgary – even if she was a tough marker.

And get this, heretofore never revealed: that isn’t the only thing she inspired. Swear to God: one of the main characters in my book Recipe For Hate is based on Sheila Martin!

If that doesn’t spur book sales amongst the high court bar, I don’t know what will!

(This book tour, kicking off in Ottawa today, just got a lot more interesting.)


Happy anniversary, Raymi the Minx

Raymi the Minx is a friend of mine. I have known her to be a singer, a poet, a model, an artist and, most of all, a blogger.  I have seen her sing.  I have one of her paintings.

She uses the word blogger, I don’t.  I hate it.  I’ve been doing my web site thing since before “blog” was invented as a word, so I get to call this whatever I want to call it.  If I want to call it the fucking Starship Enterprise, I can.

Anyway.  My friend Raymi is cool with blogger, however.  And she, like me, has been doing it for 17 years:

I’m not exactly sure when I started, but she is.  She started 17 years ago today.  

If you can scan my earliest web site – which has the production values of a Fourteenth Century woodcut – and figure out when I started, be my guest.  I don’t have a clue, and I don’t give a shit.

Raymi and me don’t hang out all the time or have secret handshakes or anything.  We do totally different things, for totally different audiences.

But I admire her, and have long admired her, for her guts and her creativity and for her willingness to just put herself out there.  I like people who are characters, and she is a character.  No J. Alfred Prufrock is she.

Will she ever shut down her online self?  Maybe.  I might, too.  Who knows.

In the meantime, however, Raymi and me are both getting close to twenty years.  Unless Donald Trump and the North Koreans blow us all up, that is, in which case all bets are off.

Anyway. Happy anniversary, Raymi.  (And you should write that book.)