Woe Canada!
April 18, 2004
by
Bernard Chapin
My
amazement with the sad fate that has befallen our wonderful neighbors
to the north has sharply increased as I become increasingly acquainted
with their society and government.
On April 15th, after reading about twenty articles for
my blog concerning our
tax day, I vicariously discovered that the Canadian people are only
freed from the outrageous yoke of their government on June
28th 2004 (meaning that June 28th is the day in
which they stop working to feed their bureaucrats and begin working
to feed themselves). In contrast, our tax freedom day fell on April
11th. I thought immediately of that old line from P.J. O’Rourke: “If
you think health care is expensive now, wait until you see what it
costs when it's free.”
As I’ve noted in the past, both of my maternal grandparents were
Canadian citizens and I still have family living there. On a personal
level, most of the individuals I’ve known, even Toronto fans, have
been of the highest quality so I am absolutely incredulous at the
way their voters nanny hug the quasi-socialism offered in their ballot
boxes.
This year I purchased the NHL Center Ice package and it has given
me access to about a gazillion hockey games while also providing me
with intimate access to the CBC. Certainly the coverage and commentary
offered by “Hockey Night in Canada” is top-shelf, but the commercials
which interrupt the broadcasts are disconcerting to say the least.
The commercials offered an East German glimpse into a culture dominated
by government. For some reason, my CBC source came from Prince Edward
Island and the telecasts were rife with ads about PEI agencies. At
this point, I am uncertain as to whether it was the CBC squandering
countless minutes of precious airtime to benefit these agencies or
if it was the agencies who were squandering their precious tax dollars
for the benefit of the CBC, but, whatever the financial relationship,
it was all clearly a waste of the public’s dollars.
One of the commercials was absolutely hysterical and was repeated
countless times over the course of the first round of the playoffs.
Its goal was to showcase the value of the Prince Edward Island authorities.
The ad depicts government employees in various action shots as they
enacted roles that could have been played by private corporations
for about an eighth of the cost.
The showstopper moment came at the end of the ad when one worker
was observed diligently looking up something in a card catalogue.
A card catalogue? What a riot! How many more millions will it take
for them to get computers? That they would proudly display a card
catalogue in 2004 tells us much about the isolation and inefficiency
of government. Canadians give them half of what they own and produce
and they respond by staying devoted to the best technology the 1920s
had to offer. Rather than update their systems they’d rather pour
resources into quaint television commercials.
For me, the lowest point came during the ubiquitous “vote for The Greatest Canadian”
spots. For this act of largesse, the CBC even set up a special website
and financed a toll-free phone number. They undoubtedly figured,
“Hey, why not? It’s not our money anyway.”
I have no idea why the public would continue to finance the CBC if
they’re going to misappropriate funds in such a fashion. They should
auction off their best shows (like “Hockey Night in Canada”) to private
interests and close the entire boondoggle. However, all of these
larger concerns are immaterial for the moment because the substance
of these commercials is something that needs to be discussed.
I saw the same ad forty times for this contest and each time it displayed
two policemen in a squad car arguing over who was the grandest Canuck
in history. One of them, and I’m not making this up, actually endorsed
Margaret Atwood. Yes, the same Margaret Atwood who is loved and treasured
by radical feminists
and the writer of the anti-male treatise, The Handmaid’s Tale.
Why would any man, particularly a police officer, be endeared to
her works? Even if the ad is supposed to be funny, the humor comes
at the expense of common sense and reveals just how accepted far leftists
are within their society. This particular novelist has described
herself as a being a “red Torry.” In her definition of this term,
red stands for what you think it stands for, and the author has creatively
defined Torry as those who regard the powerful as being responsible
to their community (as if there are any public officials who would
go on the record as saying they have no responsibility to their community).
From Margaret Atwood, the focus can easily shift to anti-Americanism.
I was surprised to see a well-crafted commercial from Molson portraying
a man touring various locales and stating that he refuses to drink
American beer for the same reasons that he doesn’t buy Jamaican snowshoes
or Arabian snowmobiles. Obviously the implication is that we have
no talent whatsoever for brewing beer and to even consider imbibing
one of our products would be as absurd as asking a Canadian health
care official to give one of their citizens a MRI within six months
time.
I thought this particular advertisement was silly for a couple of
reasons. First, I happen to know something about Canadian beers and
the one they’re pushing here, Molson Canadian, is a mundane product
that is the favorite of few yeastheads. Had they been talking about
superior creations like Molson Export they would have had a more persuasive
argument. Second, their famous national products are certainly strong
overall but specific American beers like Sam Adams, Anchor Steam,
Redhook ESB, or any of the Bells offerings are their betters (in my
bloated and sudsy opinion).
It is unfortunate but the playoffs have revealed to me that Canada
now has government, as opposed to hockey, as its real national pastime.
Bernard Chapin