The 2013 Alberta flood: I am puzzled, as usual (updated)

In researching tomorrow’s Sun column, I came across a number of photographs of Alberta Premier Alison Redford, Calgary Mayor Naheed Nenshi and Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper touring my flooded hometown.  A question arose: why is Harper wearing a military flight jacket? Is such a thing allowed?  Was he channeling Dubya (again)?

Anyway, I remain puzzled, as usual.

UPDATE: More here.


Stephen Harper pretends he is G.I. Joe. Alison Redford attempts to remain upright. Naheed Nenshi reflects on offers of thousands of Torontonians that he become their mayor, too, but in exile.


The clash of cultures

Specifically, that of (a) a nameless turtle, Chrysemys picta marginata methinks, and (b) Roxy, Canada’s best-loved political dog.  Wish I had filmed this encounter up by the cabin; it was pretty funny.  It ended with me sliding the turtle into a safe, marshy spot – and Roxy retreating, looking quite relieved.


In Sunday’s Sun: in Rae’s yesterday walked his future

After big election upsets, like in British Columbia this year — or in Alberta last year, or federally the year before that — political people like to say knowingly, “Campaigns matter.”

Watching Rob Rae disappear down a parliamentary corridor on Wednesday — the arm of Liberal Party leader Justin Trudeau draped over his shoulders — we were reminded that campaigns matter, but they aren’t everything.

Rae leaves politics after two stints as a federal member of Parliament — first as a New Democrat, then as an interim Liberal leader.

In Ontario, he was the first NDP premier in provincial history. Whatever he ran for — whatever he campaigned for — he seemed to get. (The big exception being in 2006, when both he and Michael Ignatieff lost to Stephane Dion in the Liberal leadership race. Because Dion ran a better campaign.) Rae reminds us, however, that one’s political past matters as much as one’s political campaign. Sometimes more so.

Rae, and his Liberal acolytes, never liked to hear it. But it was true, nonetheless: Rae’s past determined his political future.

He was, first and foremost, a New Democrat.

Jean Chretien, whose three majority campaigns were run by John Rae, Bob’s brother, tried many times to turn Bob Rae into a Liberal. He did not succeed. Rae was, and would remain for many years, a committed social democrat.

While that decision didn’t hurt Rae in his bid to become Ontario premier in 1990, it doomed him to failure thereafter.

During his half-decade in power, Rae presided over a government that was spectacularly inept.

For year after year, it was buffeted by scandal, economic calamity and social strife. It was arguably the worst government in Ontario’s history.

The genuine fondness many Liberals had for Bob Rae could not erase that stain on his political resume.

The disastrous 1990-1995 NDP reign indelibly marked Rae.

Privately, Rae was often enraged when reminded of this. When far from media cameras and microphones, Rae seemed to be astonished, and angry, that his NDP past had followed him into his desired Liberal future.

His advisers, too. Time and again they were told by other Liberals that Rae could never be leader because of his NDP past and his record. Try as they might, Rae’s coterie could not get the party to turn the page. They were great campaigners, but not that good.

The majority of people who enter politics do not do so to enrich themselves — Mike Duffy, Pamela Wallin and Patrick Brazeau being top-of-mind exceptions, at least with respect to their expenses — but because they are convinced they are called. They do so because they believe they have been blessed with the twin gifts of strategy and leadership.

Bob Rae was like that. Throughout his political career, he believed his talents, and his undeniable campaigning skills, should have been more than enough. He therefore made certain to turn out for all of the big contests. But the parade always went past him, and all of the medals went to Dion, Ignatieff and, now, Trudeau.

Despite all that, he will be fine. Unlike most politicians, Rae is a very good lawyer. His mediation and negotiating skills will be in demand. If he wants to be a diplomat, like his father was, Harper will not deny him the opportunity.

Liberals (and others) will seek him out for his counsel, or to appear on stages with them. The media will continue to love him, because he is fast with a quip.

But, as his political career dwindles to a close, Bob Rae stands as the embodiment of the notion that campaigns don’t matter as much as politicos believe they do.

What matters most is your record. And, in government, Rae’s was not good. It just wasn’t.

Campaigns matter? Sure.

But, mostly, in political yesterday walks political today and tomorrow.

Ask Bob Rae. He knows.


Toronto-bound

…shortly, anyway. First lunching at my favourite resto on Earth, the Yang Sheng. My wake will be here. 

Had a great chat with two very impressive and highly professional Conservatives, while I was here. I won’t name them (a) to protect their careers and (b) to keep everyone guessing. 

BBQ pork and noodle in soup awaits!


My daughter, who is amazing

 

That little person? That’s my daughter. She is amazing. Tonight, somewhat older, she graduates from high school – and, I suspect, she’ll be graduating on the honour roll.

It’s been quite a journey for her, and us, her family. From Whitehorse, to Ottawa, to Vancouver, to Toronto. And this weekend, she’s going back to camp to be a counsellor, and – after that – she’s off to Dal. She was accepted at every single university she applied to – Brock, Waterloo, Lakehead, Guelph, Trent, others – and she was offered scholarships, too. Unlike her closest friends, she has to work hard – really hard – for every “A” she got. But she got plenty.

Every single morning for years, she has gotten up at 5 a.m. to get to the swimming pool, where she turned out to be a bit of a star. She intends to try out for Dal’s vaunted swim team, and she wants to get to the Olympic trials, too. Given how hard she works at things, I think she just might make it.

She has had plenty of struggles. A few years ago, the ostensibly Christian elementary school she attended decided to have a fundraiser at an exclusive golf club down on the water. Given that the golf club had had a history of barring minorities – like First Nations people, and since our daughter is (as of last week) a certified citizen of the Carcross-Tagish First Nation in the Yukon – we objected. Some Rosedale wannabe parents fought us on that, and I fought back. We ended up pulling her out of there, and we haven’t talked to any of those snobs since.

Our daughter, meanwhile, has grown up into this calm, quiet, determined person with great taste in music (we go to all-ages punk shows together all the time, and she loves Bad Religion) and a quirky sense of humour (she and Son 3 and I can recite Scott Pilgrim vs. The World by heart).  Oh, and her bedroom is messy all the time.  And she loves hoodies and Uggs.  She’s an atheist, and she couldn’t be less interested in politics, and she thinks SFH is goofy (all of which I think is wonderful, because she arrived at those positions on her own).

So, daughter, I say to you – in the presence of the many wk.com web site-visiting folks who have gotten to know you a little bit, over the years – I am so proud of you, and I love you tons.  I can’t believe how quickly time has gone by, but it has.  And, tonight, there you will be – holding your diploma, and heading off to another part in your life, one that won’t involve your parents or brothers as much.

We’ll still be there at poolside, however, cheering you on, and forever reminding you that you are (and forever will be) so, so amazing.