May 01, 2017

The calendar has kicked over to a new month, time travelling at its best. New, fresh, month, the fifth in the line up for the year. Astonishing. The day started with a phone call to wake me up, along with the recent phone calls in the middle of the nights adds to my stultification of late. This call I hasten to add, was not after-hours as such. The caller was under the assumption that, I would be UP and at it. I was not. The guest, in his defense had flown in from Africa, his original arrival time was to be at 2 a.m. was in fact postponed until 3:45, was to have breakfast. The question was, when.

The agreement was, let him sleep. (I had given a key to the gentleman who was bringing him from the airport to let him into his room. Lucy also decided that she needed to go outside at the arrival time, so all went well on all front.) The “sleeping dogs lie policy, that included MOI and Lucy, changed. Breakfast has moved up and me with it. Thus, UP and drinking tea to start to overcast and somewhat, cloudy, rainy and cold day.

The diatribe, as my dear and gentle readers cognize, is a diary of all sorts of events here at the bnb. Digressions are in fact the norm OFF we, that would be you and I, to depart into another day of fun and adventure. I had in fact had a diligently employed in labors of the day, full of cleanups, big selling authors and politicians. What ! cry my readers, read on, I say.

On the BIG WALK of the day, after all, we ran into while on the jaunt down to the river, with the awe-inspiring Miss Lucy P, a Progressive Conservative candidate for leadership of the federal party. I thought they were real estate agents, dressed in twin blue suits. You just never know, who will be in the big little city shingling along the riverfront for a breath of fresh air. I have to say, my questions to him, left me uninspired. He did too.

Mr Blue Suit,  (BS for short) is a progressive in a conservative pack.His platform of consumptive revenue enhancement on chemical elements lead me to bring to his attention that there should be for the government income, an alternative to taxation of individuals. As with all political debate on the hoof, or in Lucy’s case paw, brought us to the federal sales tax brought in to replace the manufacturers tax of its day. The merchants thought it unfair. Not to worry that it is MUCH more lucrative for the government, and flies under the banner of consumption. Taxation the hobby horse of a politician if I ever saw one.

I informed, but not in an articulate manner at all unfortunately, as I was caught unawares I would be meeting the gentleman of the lower chamber. But having had a bath, combined with sleep, interrupted by relativity as I know it, was able to think and ascertain that his platform, a carbon tax on individuals to be applied consumptively. Nonviolent and to be environmentally secure, still it left me a little cold. (I had as well turned off the heat thinking it was spring.).

I directed the gentleman of the blue suit, to look at the rational motive, that the new Pres of the US was elected. Reactionary revisionism. We have fallen under the spell of government as a business, which as everyone knows is poppy cock. The government’s job is to redistribute wealth collected in the form of taxes. Mr Blue suit premise is, a tax will save the environment. I somehow doubt it.

On we went to the topic of border disputes of late between the countries. His response “stand strong be forceful. Or words to that affect. YAWN. In my wisdom Mr Blue suit was informed that in fact trade agreements cannot be changed on a whim, just health concerns. Think Mad cow.

We all now say and play to social media. We are now in the age of sound bite politics. What does it matter, that the next leader of the party, left his high-level security briefing notes around for his girlfriend to see, who happened to have dated a biker guy. He has language and charisma on his side. A perfectly good pediatric surgeon has left that choice field and is mired in a new one, Canadian values. What my walking partner will be remembered for and it was not his fault at all was a reporter, (female) trying to breast feed his child. On it goes. Not one person, in what looks like a cast of thousands, has a taxonomic idea.

The problem, is that politicos have nada it seems of original content, remember “Conscription but not necessarily conscription.”? Where this morning after rest and respite I wondered where was a the sound bite to inspire the troops. A rallying cry for leadership in the form of & for the boomers in the crowd, the ones who will be taxed. Where is the incitement, like a global Pharmacare program, not sexy, at all, but we seem as nation to be ripening into old age, it might be a good idea. For the childishly, the promise of affordable daycare. (which was promised but not delivered) None it seems are thinking outside the box of social media and what they think we think we want to hear. The question is as well, how do afford the medicare, the housing needs, (that federal policy btw has not changed since the 1950s) with the tax base for the government uses that is the middle class, is shrinking.

We are in fact taxed and not looking forward to another one in any way it is handed to us. The former Progressive Prime Minister whose sole policy thru out his tenure was “less government.” He was in that he was successful, but not popular thus he left for greener pastures of private life. I fear Mr Blue suit will be unsuccessful, in his attempt to lure the vote his way. We have new prime minster, Mr Son, who has as yet to in spite of his popularity undo anything that his predecessor instituted, has not used up any of his political capital, saving it say for a rainy day.

Speaking of innovation and creativity, the chocolate chip french toast was a hit. Must run breakfast to make. Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers. Voltaire & Moi