Safe, happy and free

The Guardian has an article today on the world’s happiest, safest, freest society, Finland. I have visited the national historical museum in Helsinki, and saw a replica of a 19th century Finnish peasant’s hut. They were so poor they had no chimneys, and smoke just seeped out of the thatched roof. Only with the coming of the industrial revolution did they achieve wealth through waterpower and mills. There is little agricultural wealth to be found in taiga and post-glacial scrape.

The article points out the degree of cooperation needed to survive in a cold climate. I point out that Finland is not colder than Canada. Average January temperature variation in Helsinki is -2C to -7C. The same figures for Ottawa are -6C to -14C, and I use the capital cities as stand-ins for large countries.

What the article fails to point out is that the Finns are 100% white. I mean really really really white. They almost invented melanin-deficiency.

Nothing can reduce my admiration for a society so industrious, clever, and lawful. But when people burble about the values of  multi-culturalism, they seldom stop to think about how much easier it is to engender trust when everyone is your third and fourth cousin, and the place is mono-cultural. We may have forgotten that fact, but our Canadian French compatriots have not.

They were the first country to decolonize from the Russian Empire, in 1917, and have ever fought their larger neighbour to maintain that independence in the Winter War of 1940. By the way, the Russians believe the Finns still practice powerful folk magic, and are barely Christianized.

General Mannerheim was their leader in World War 2. His strategy and the immense bravery and battleworthiness of the Finnish people kept the numerically superior Soviets to a draw, meaning that they killed many more Soviet soldiers than they lost themselves. The Germans thought the Finns were, man for man,  their only equals in the art of war.

 

Listen to their national hymn, composed by Sibelius. The “slavery” mentioned in the hymn is that of the Finns to the Russian Empire. Be inspired.

 

 

Pipelines versus peoplekind

The Liberal government is busy making pipelines more difficult to build through revisions to the process by which they will be approved. I have no doubt that between the eco-green tendencies of the Liberal ministers involved, and the need to get oil shipped to refineries, which will suffer. Canada stands to lose many billions of resource revenue through carbon taxation, regulatory lag, and hostility from the greens, many of whom sit in the cabinet (Catherine McKenna) and the PMO (Gerald Butts is the former  head of the Canadian branch of the World Wildlife Federation).

None of that will make an impression on the public, though it will impoverish them relative to places more open to business. But what will convince people we are dealing with an idiot is Justin Airhead’s use of “peoplekind”.

 

 

The scolding, the compelled use of language, the disrespect of a religious viewpoint: every aspect of the bossy know-it-all PC vapidity is on display here, including the crowd’s enthusiastic reaction to Airhead’s correction. Would he have dared interrupt some more politically correct intervenor? Of course not.

In every regime, there comes a moment of self-definition.  Jean Chretien as the strangler of some wanker leftist (good for him), Paul Martin endlessly waffling, Trudeau the elder saying “Just watch me”, Brian Mulroney telling John Turner in false anger “You had an option, Sir” not to confirm Trudeau senior’s patronage appointments.

 

This was when the regime revealed itself. Canadians will recall this moment. There will be more of them. We are being held to the derision of the world, and deservedly so.

John Updike on “Why I am not a dove” or “liberal illusion continues”

I am indebted to Maggie’s Farm, a website collectively put together by a group of sane people, who describe themselves as:

We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn’t pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does “try my best to be just like I am,” and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.

This sums up my attitude as well.

 

Now: on to Mr. Updike and his essay, cited on Maggie’s farm and published in American Digest. It dates from the period of the Vietnam war. I cite a sample to show that nothing has changed since the 1970s, that the bien-pensants are still with us in force, evincing their moral superiority while condemning those who  defend their ability to sleep at night in comfortable beds.

 

The protest, from my perspective, was in large part a snobbish dismissal of {President Lyndon} Johnson by the Eastern establishment; Cambridge professors and Manhattan lawyers and their guitar-strumming children thought they could run the country and the world better than this lugubrious bohunk from Texas. These privileged members of a privileged nation believed that their pleasant position could be maintained without anything visibly ugly happening in the world. They were full of aesthetic disdain for their own defenders, the business-suited hirelings drearily pondering geopolitics and its bloody necessities down in Washington. The protesters were spitting on the cops who were trying to keep their property—the USA and its many amenities—intact. A common report in this riotous era was of slum-dwellers throwing rocks and bottles at the firemen come to put out fires; the peace marchers, the upper-middle-class housewives pushing baby carriages along in candlelit processions, seemed to me to be behaving identically, without the excuse of being slum-dwellers.

We may be living in a reprise of the Vietnam War days, with Trump replacing the war as the focal point of outrage. Like Johnson was in his day, Trump is the lugubrious bohunk, this time from Queens instead of depression-era Texas. His crime is to have succeeded that golden child of liberal illusion, Barack Obama, just as Johnson succeeded the anointed one, John F. Kennedy (though I hold that Kennedy was far more honourable and straight than Obama).

Subversion—Democrat Style

 

 

Ion Pacepa was the former boss of the Foreign Intelligence Service in the Securitate, the feared, and highly efficient, secret police in the Ceausescu regime in Romania before the fall of communism. He defected to the US in 1978. He knows a few things about subversion.

In an interesting snippet on PJMedia, Pacepa notes that the tasks of the Securitate included the vilification of any and all who could oppose the ‘Conducator’ in word or deed. The intelligence agencies could fabricate criminal intent in anyone.

Forty years ago, I paid with two death sentences from my native Romania. I had publicly revealed that Ceausescu’s highly praised independence from Moscow was in fact an undercover intelligence dictatorship, designed to transform Romania into a monument to him by annihilating his critics and enemies. “I’ll give you a name, and you’ll build a criminal record for him,” Ceausescu used to tell the head of the Securitate — his Marxist version of the FBI. For him, lying was the first step toward stealing and killing.

Pacepa thought he had escaped state subversion against its own people but was shocked to find that the use of corrupted intelligence services to vilify politicians in the West, and in America, was being resurrected. When noting the oily rhetoric of Obama and the suppression of his past (all in line with communist tactics) he writes…

In 2008, however, I suddenly had the feeling of watching Ceausescu’s ghost haunting my adoptive country.
“We are the ones the world is waiting for,” proclaimed Barack Obama during his campaign, while his spiritual adviser Jeremiah Wright was caught on video screaming “God damn America.” The Democratic Party put the icing on the cake, proclaiming Obama an American Messiah. The senator agreed. On June 8, 2008, during a speech in New Hampshire, Obama stated that his presidency would be “the moment when the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet to heal.” Earlier, an indiscreet video showed a picture of communist idol Che Guevara hanging on a wall behind Obama.
Our media and our political sages regarded Obama’s outrageous rhetoric as just millennial generational talk. For me, it was thinly veiled Ceausescu talk. My former boss’s version usually was: “A man like me is born only once every five hundred years.” Ceausescu also kept a picture of Che in his office.

No wonder Obama was enthusiastically endorsed by the Communist Party USA (CPUSA). In a column entitled “Big Political Shifts Are Underway,” Joelle Fishman, the chairman of the CPUSA Political Action Committee, emphasized that the CPUSA was now part of Obama’s coalition. Nor is it any wonder that when Obama became president, the first open member of a Communist Party was working at the White House. Van Jones (now a CNN contributor) had belonged to an organization named “Standing Together to Organize a Revolutionary Movement (STORM).”

Is it any wonder that the so-called Russia probe is uncovering more and more nefarious deeds of the agencies corrupted by Obama? Pacepa knows whereof he speaks.

 

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Addendum: Interview with Ion Pacepa

John Perry Barlow 1947 – 2018

John Perry Barlow was the founder of the Electronic Frontier Foundation. He died in his sleep at the age of 70 on February 7th. He was a person with whom I wish I could have spent more time. He did a great deal of good on his life.
At a time when the freedom to express oneself on the Internet or anywhere else is under attack, it is important to recall that there is an issue on which liberals and conservatives ought not to differ. Free speech is one of them.
His obituary on the EFF website says of him:

Barlow’s lasting legacy is that he devoted his life to making the Internet into “a world that all may enter without privilege or prejudice accorded by race, economic power, military force, or station of birth . . . a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.”

The late John Perry Barlow was a songwriter with the Grateful Dead in his earlier days. Here is a link to his compositions.

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When one considers that free speech is now associated with speech that the Muslims and the Left do not like, with “weaponized” discourse, according to the National Post article this morning, it is more than ever imperative to recognize friends of free speech wherever they may be found.

Joseph Brean reports in the National Post:

Traditional free speech advocates are reconsidering the status quo they helped create, in which hate speech is only a Criminal Code charge that requires political approval, and so is rarely prosecuted. There is even talk of resurrecting the defunct and much maligned ban on internet hate speech, Section 13 of the Canadian Human Rights Act.

The latest example was a lecture this week by Omar Mouallem, an Edmonton journalist and board member of free expression group PEN Canada, in which he argued online racists have “weaponized” free speech against Muslims, and Canada should consider a new anti-hate law to stop them.

 

I have said it repeatedly, that the end goal of Islam and the political Left is identical: a fear-driven and conformitarian orthodoxy. They differ in that the ideology in Islam is constant, whereas with the Left it changes daily. I have no doubt that both are pernicious, but which will prevail is as yet unknown.

To the memory of John Perry Barlow, friend of man and friend of freedom. We need more like him. The fight is never over.

Obituary in the Guardian.
The Rolling Stone obituary.

Read David Warren

I have had and continue to have the greatest respect for David Warren but in this speech he overtops himself. You should read this speech he gave recently. It summarizes completely my attitude towards the general trend of Canadian society and the Liberal regime, which he calls the Twisted Nanny state. The specific instance is the checking the boxes issue for receiving funds from Trudeau’s inclusive liberal state.

He has posted a series of essays in recent days that ought to have the widest possible circulation among conservative people.

No State really cares what its people believe, so long as they keep it to themselves, and salute the State’s gods on all State occasions. The State’s gods today may be Abortion and Sodomy and Gender Metamorphosis. We might want to laugh at the idiocy of it. But they are gods, State gods, and every citizen must salute, as we see in this form-ticking exercise. Those who refuse must confront the State’s high opinion of itself.

Remember:

Diversity means ‘uniformity of thought’

Inclusion means ‘exclusion (of whites, males and Christians)’

Progress means ‘anything progressives say it means’.

Anglican tourism

One of the pleasures of being in a nearly world-wide religion associated with the British Empire and its offshoots is to go into a church and know roughly what sort of people you will meet (educated and pleasant), what sort of religious thought you will be exposed to (Christian eclectic), and to be among the faithful. I have been at St. James in Paddington, London, St Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin, built in 1191 (the established church kept the cathedral at the time of the Reformation), and elsewhere across the planet.

Today it was Christ the Redeemer in Sarasota, Florida, where our hosts are congregants. By happenstance, we ran into an organist practising there, who welcomed us in. We were treated to Bach’s Prelude and Fugue in A-minor, BWV 543, described by the organist as a mature work of the great master, and a transcription of Fredrick Delius’  “On Hearing the First Cuckoo in Spring”, appropriate because the composer spent time in Florida. It produced in me a spiritual stillness for which one longs but seldom finds.

A youtube version is found here.

The organist is James Walton. He referred me to his youtubes, one of which is here.

Finally, I give you Robin Williams’ ten top reasons for being Episcopalian.

Top Ten Reasons for being an Episcopalian:

10. No snake handling.

9. You can believe in dinosaurs.

8. Male and female, God created them; male and female we ordain them.

7.You don’t have to check your brains at the door.

6. Pew aerobics.

5. Church year is colour-coded.

4. Free wine on Sundays.

3. All of the pageantry, none of the guilt.

2. You don’t know how to swim to get baptized.

1. No matter what you believe, there’s bound to be at least one other Episcopalian who agrees with you.

A more serious and profound set of reasons in presented here.

A trip to the gun store

Being on vacation in Florida can be a little weird. Many parts of it are no more charming than a six lane boulevard separating shopping malls. At a near corner, huge machines were stripping what little soil remains over the native sand in order to prepare the place for another shopping centre. On the other hand the feeling of a benign climate, one not trying to kill you, is a welcome relief from a tough winter in Canada. Many, many refugees from wintry states and provinces, and even Europe, drive the local economy.

My host and I went to the gun store shooting range. He had always wanted to go and my presence was for him an incentive. After a brief period of entering our life details into the computer and showing identification, we were let into the range, where people were practicing on targets to loud bangs of pistols. No fuss whatever was made about being Canadian, and our firearms acquisition certificates were accepted as proof of training, though I doubt anything would have happened if we had not had them. After choosing our weapons we entered double doors – for sound proofing – and went onto assigned slots on the range. The range officers had pistols in their belts. They were kindly and experienced.

I explained to the range officer that I was a free-range child, that at ten I had wandered about the family farm with an air rifle and later a .22 hitting cans off fence  posts quite unsupervized, after having been taught to shoot by my father. His only rule was not to aim at the house. He did not need to add that I was not to kill anyone. Incredible as it may seem now, I managed not to hit any human being whatever, nor had any kind of accident. The range officer said he had been allowed to wander about his daddy’s land from the time he was six with a rifle.

Shooting is its own catharsis. I had won a ‘crossed rifles and crown’ badge in cadets back in the late Pleistocene for shooting and wondered if I still had the knack. The rifle which I selected was an expensive German .22 with a laser dot range sight. All you had to do was hold the dot on the target (no small task) and squeeze the trigger.

The results are shown below. The distance to the target was 37 feet six inches.  My friend was trying to master a 9 mm. pistol at half the range. The lesson to be drawn is that a pistol is a highly erratic weapon unless it is held in practiced hands. Believe me,  to be facing a man with a pistol is dangerous, but there is a good chance he will miss you and kill your companions, neighbours, and random passers-by. A rifle, on the other hand, is all business. It hits the target when held in firm hands.

Americans are a chatty group and I soon fell into conversation with an older retired staff sergeant from the Army Corps of Engineers. He had moved to Florida from New England ages before. He said he had thirty weapons lying around the house not including the guns in the safe. A nice guy, but I would not want to be caught breaking into his house.

The gun range was packed on the morning after Superbowl. About one person in ten was a woman, maybe more. Guns lend themselves to the infinite expansion of detailed knowledge that men seem to like: range, trajectory, grains of powder in the bullet, caliber, foot-tons of impact, jamming, clearing the action, magazine size: there is no end to it. You may not be a huge success in life, but if you have a gun,  and know how to use one, you have a sense of competence that none can take from you.

I include the picture below for any of my enemies, in case they should be plotting a home invasion. Ten shots, three outside the bullseye.

It is great to be in a place where they have de-criminalized gun ownership.

 

Canada’s Premier Mangina

No doubt you have heard the latest from the leading sanctimonious piffle-meister in the Great White North, Trudeau himself. At a townhall, he rebuked a woman (no less) for using the term ‘mankind’ in a question. Trudeau, always a bootlicker of the bitter feminoids, said ‘peoplekind’ should be used as it is more ‘inclusive’.

Of course, the bastardization of language and of clear thinking is a hallmark of leftists everywhere, particularly in our Dominion. In lefty Newspeak, as in Orwell’s original, the object is to destroy language to render thought impossible. Ideas cannot be expressed and articulated if the language is debased.

This fatuous mountebank, this drama school dropout, whose only claim to fame is a rich daddy, should be reminded that ‘we’, that is, Canadians, use the Queen’s English (and whatever French Quebecers deem correct), not some Bolshevized duck-speak from the gibbering minions of the Liberal Party.

Piers Morgan of the UK Daily Mail has an excellent take on this latest assault on common sense. It seems that Canada is spreading its new reputation around the world as a nation of pompous poseurs and PC-addled cretins.

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