Relationship Spring cleaning

Apropos of the season, I’ve been tossing out a few “friends.” I do this periodically. Out they go to the blue bin, like old magazines. Bye-bye.

A couple full-on lied to my face, which never makes me feel terribly enthusiastic about the durability of the relationship. One I have made repeated attempts to reach, to no avail; he’s one of those friends who disappears when the going gets tough. He’s accordingly disappeared for good.

Some will say that life’s too short to dispense with certain “friends.”

I say: it’s because it is that you do.


In Sunday’s Sun: the anti-Trudeau ads will work. Sorry.

What’s amazing about the Conservative Party’s Justin Trudeau advertising isn’t their content, or their tone, or their mere existence.

Some of us predicted (a) the anti-Trudeau attacks were coming and (b) the Cons would target his life (in)experience. And so they have.

No, what is amazing is how Liberal partisans, and Trudeau himself, reacted to them.

The two spots themselves will prove to be effective, of course. They’re well done. Both have a sarcastic, biting tone, like all the best negative political ads do. Both contain cited Trudeau statements that legitimize the spots’ main critique, namely that he lacks the right judgment and experience. And both make extensive use of Trudeau stripping his shirt off for a charity ­— a reaction that prompted one friend to say: “I can’t unsee that, now.”

TV is a visual medium, so pictures matter more than words. That’s why so many people have reacted so strongly to the liver cancer charity striptease segment (for which Trudeau raised thousands, by the by, and for which Stephen Harper’s wife has also lent support). Whatever the context, whatever the motivation, Trudeau’s decision to remove his shirt for the cameras will indeed leave some voters wondering whether that is, you know, the behaviour of a prime minister.

The newly minted Liberal leader may look terrific, and possess impressive pipes.

But the fact remains, if you were to ask them (and you can bet the Conservatives did, in coast-to-coast focus grouping), lots of Canadians will likely say they do not want the nation’s leader cavorting like Channing Tatum in Magic Mike.

That said, the poison at the centre of the attacks is not the striptease stuff, nor Trudeau’s Pirates of the Caribbean-style facial hair, nor the snide references to his job experience (a “drama teacher,” the narrator sneers, as if drama teachers are somehow less reputable than Justin Bieber).

What is potentially lethal is the ancient, and out-of-context, quote of Trudeau saying these words: “Quebecers are better than the rest of Canada because we’re Quebecers.”

Those words ­— uttered before CTV News cameras in 1999 ­— are deadly. They dramatically buttress the notion that has been at the centre of the Conservatives’ anti-Trudeau narrative for months: That he puts Quebec before Canada. That he, like Stephane Dion, like Michael Ignatieff, owes allegiance to another place, and not Canada first.

It worked in 2008 and 2011; it can work again.

If the Conservatives’ spots are backed by a substantial media buy, then, they will make Trudeau less popular. But Trudeau stubbornly refuses to fight fire with fire. And, like Dion and Ignatieff before him, he is letting the Conservatives define him with non-Liberals before he can define himself.

When asked about the attacks on his first day on the job, Trudeau gave a Trudeau-esque shrug. Canadians are “tired of negativity,” he said.

No, actually, they’re not. Canadians, like voters everywhere, may express a lack of enthusiasm for so-called negative advertising. But the fact remains, mountains of studies have shown that such advertising works. It is the advocacy that voters tend to recall the most, as they head to the ballot box. It is the type of advocacy that has been shown to most affect citizens’ hearts and minds.

The reaction in the mainstream media, and on the Internet, was largely the same as Trudeau’s. Commentators claimed Harper’s ads will backfire, and no sensible person will heed them.

If they look back, these commentators will see they said the same thing when the anti-Dion and anti-Ignatieff barrages started, too. They were wrong then, and they’re wrong now.

Should we aspire to live in a world where such advertising doesn’t work? Of course.

But we don’t live in such a world.

As I always say: No one likes car crashes, either.

But they always slow down to have a look.


Ross Landry is liar

“It has become apparent that our laws have not kept pace with the world we live in,” said Landry in a release.

Oh, really?  So, the fact that she was photographed while being gang-raped – when she was 15 years old – doesn’t fall within the relevant section of, say, the Criminal Code?  Really?

So, like, you need to travel all the way to Ottawa to demand a new law, to (hopefully) cover up the fact that you already had a perfectly good law you could have made use of, months ago?  And, if the feds in any way delay, so you can shift blame to them? Is that the strategy, perchance?

Ross Landry: liar and asshole.


The Beslan massacre, and the Chechen terrorists

On the day in 2004 that it happened, I was in Kennebunk, getting some stuff at Meserve’s. We all watched it on the TV they had there.  One of the older guys there said: “When you murder children, you aren’t human anymore.”  I still remember that.

Masterful account of the Beslan murders, here, H/T to Cathal Kelly, a fine writer himself.

When you seek out children to kill them, you indeed cease to be human, and deserve to be dealt with accordingly.

 

 


Boston and the media

I’m finding a lot of the reporting on what’s been happening in Boston pretty bad – lots errors, lots of speculation and rumours. The news media need to take a hard look at how they’ve done things, when the dust settles. It hasn’t been their best moment.

Anyway, here’s one report. Lord knows what’s right and what’s wrong.


Indie rant: my God, I so agree with this statement

Quote:

“I’m so exhausted by this generation of watered-down, vaguely 60’s or vaguely folk, mid-tempo, non-offensive, cutesy indie music.  When I was 16 or 22 I wanted to break shit.  I was pissed off at an unjust world, at the indignities of high school, at my parents, at that ever-present dude who grabbed my ass at rock shows (I’m still pissed off at that dude, by the way).  I don’t get it, these kids grew up in a post 911, Patriot Act world where they will likely never make as much money as their parents or pay off their student debt and yet all they want to do is grow a beard, play the banjo, and hold hands.  What the fuck?”

My kids, and Lala, have been hearing me ranting on this subject for months, particularly after I stumble across the somnambulistic dreck that dominates at places like Alt Nation on Sirius XM:

“DON’T THESE KIDS HAVE PASSION ABOUT ANYTHING? DON’T THEY GET MAD ABOUT ANYTHING? DO THEY ALWAYS HAVE TO SOUND SO FUCKING BLASE AND BLAND AND BORING? P.S., WHILE WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT, HAVEN’T THEY EVER CONSIDERED IT WORTHWHILE TO HAVE DRUMS ON THEIR SONGS? MY GOD MY GOD THEY ARE DESTROYING MY SOUL!”

Seriously, I actually go on like that.

Anyway, when the likes of XX or Death Cab or (the aptly-monikered) Tame Impala are among the biggest bands in the world, it tells me that popular music has become BORING AND SHITTY again, and that we are in need of a great big cultural enema.

It tells me, in fact, we need something like this again: