It seems to me that the future of the nation depends on the complete disruption of the post war globalist order. With luck, we can rip the band aid off quickly and cleanly. Exploit a period of political tumult. I hope that it does not take another global war.
As I mentioned in the last comment, i think "Reconciliation" is the perfect pivot point for the Laurentian elite. It is progressive and justifies continued managerial change, but is not globalist. It promotes a client group that is divided and dispersed. It is also anti-Christian, which allows them to punish domestic enemies, be anti red America and be an aspect that appeals to Quebec.
I learn so much from the two of you. Another way of saying this is that there was so much I did not know before.
It is not that I did not care to know. It is that I have learned about Canada on the fly, informally, and gleaning from the perspective of others. Also, importantly, the media landscape was constrained and has narrowed even further, as was mentioned in this podcast.
I have come and gone from the borders of this country, but I always come back. Honestly, I
come back, like it or not. Canada for me isn’t a destination, it is destiny.
Listening to your podcast shines a light on all the pieces I have gathered of Canada over the years. I possess a basketful of understandings and impressions, which are like disjoined fragments. I’m finding that what I learn from you both is a way to bring this jumble of disconnected pieces into a coherent whole.
I will give you an example – the presence of the Laurentian elite in English Montreal.
My lens on Canada is through Quebec. While I have experienced life in provinces other than Quebec, and this has given me a certain feel for what else is out there, Quebec remains my window on Canada.
I first came here to Quebec in the mid-1980s, two weeks after my 19th birthday. I was an American, wife of a Quebecois and soon to be mother. Life was literally incomprehensible. I didn’t speak French. I did not know anyone who spoke English. It is also fair to say that my husband barely spoke English.
Gradually, just by listening, these mysterious sounds in the air began to form little points of meaning.
I learned of the existence of a very bad people called the “maudit-anglais" (damn-English, spoken as one word). My French comprehension grew to be on par with English, though my ability to speak lagged far behind. I had questions about the maudit-anglais and found opportunities to ask various people.
I was not present in Quebec during the tumultuous period of earlier decades. I had arrived at a time when, for all intents and purposes, these language problems were a settled matter. I had heard of a mass exodus of the English speaking population. Although everyone around me spoke French, I heard on the local news that when my child comes of age to go to school, she will be subject to punishment for uttering words in English, even if she would do so only at recess.
Why, I wondered, was the English language such a keenly felt threat? Isn’t whatever the problem was relegated to sometime in the past? Can’t they accept ‘yes’ for an answer? Haven’t they won?
People explained it to me. They spoke to me, and I received what they said through an odd, shifting kaleidoscope of allegiance and identity.
Quebecers see all English speaking people in one gigantic bucket. There is no real distinction between anglophones, no matter your country or province of origin. Yet, somehow, I had missed the big meeting where all of us English speakers got together and colluded against the Quebecois. The individuals who responded to my questions over the years had to first to make the leap beyond their own incredulity that I did not already have the English (wrong) answers.
They explained the trouble with the English through personal experiences and through stories they had heard about. Sometimes the stories were animated by a white-hot rage. Sometimes they would stop short and look at me, a member of the family or the wife of their friend. There was a slight disconcertedness. Was I somehow not quite English? How could it, by definition, be otherwise?
I have never lived in Montreal, never known an English owned business, never sought out the company of the maudit-anglais. I have gathered the stories of indignation at being the workers to English masters. I have heard of the dishonor of being prevented from promotion at work and self-rule in government merely by birth into the majority population in one’s own land.
The threat was once palpable, but past. The ongoing work is in guarding the fortress of home against a vast sea of Englishness outside. There was something important missing in my framework. I tried to squeeze these stories, these strong emotions, these political dramas into a picture of English business ownership.
Listening to The Red Ensign has suddenly snapped so many disparate pieces into a more meaningful framework. Your description of the Laurentian elite, and their presence in English Montreal, has enabled me to see the larger power structure behind what had appeared on the surface as a kind of capitalistic happenstance of separate businesses.
Please forgive me for being long-winded. I don’t know how else to truly convey, except through the personal, what it means to have so many scraps of memories, questions and reflections brought together into coherence. What I get from this podcast is nothing less than that.
Very educational on the Laurentian elites and their attempt at a pivot.
Point well taken on Covid.
But I can't help but see covid as a massive failure.
Yes it worked for 2 years but it almost lead to a revolt. The ruling class thought (and still treats it like it was a revolt (and some days I wish it was)).
I know they are desperate to turn the page. I just have a doubt on how well they can do this.
I think they have completely lost the younger generation.
If there was anyone that was able to capture them and patron them the Laurentian elites would be in serious trouble.
Good debate I enjoyed that, good rhythm, not much interruption so your points were able to get a more full airing. You are smart guys, I learn anew thanks to you. Very well done.
My name is RJ France I own a security personnel agency in Toronto , paragonsecurity.ca.
About 3000 of our employees are south Asians on student visas. They are Indians, mostly Sikh, but alsoGujarati Muslims etc. They are all fighting like hell to get their permanent resident status.
I speak extremely bluntly to them. I say: Canada is running an extortion racket, we make you pay exorbitant money for bullshit college educations like a 2 year “international business degree “. This is an education scam, like a bribe and you know it and are willing to pay for it because education completed, you get a two or three year work visa. The work visa is a back door to immigration , it allows you guys to get enough “points” to qualify for permanent residency status, the golden ticket.
The PR‘s never have to become Canadian citizens, but they get everything healthcare and the whole Schmear. Do you wonder why our healthcare system is broken? We have flooded it with 9 million new people: lol. Surprise.
I’ve made a statement like this too maybe 50 of them . They know I’m their boss and they are surprised to hear this from me, but every time I say it I get a similar reaction: jubilation at the honesty and sardonic laughter that Canada is a fraud artist. Instead of just letting these kids in directly as immigrants we play this silly game. We shake down their family for C$40,000 for a dingbat community college degree and then make them jump through hoops to qualify to get in. I can and do get them very stirred up. They all remark that I am right and they’re surprised I would speak so honestly.
The Laurentian elite have gone insane. I would say the odds of Canada surviving are 25%. Late Soviet Canada deserves to die.
Thanks for sharing that. It touches a nerve with people in all kinds of ways. There are so many stories surrounding this issue and people are getting more bold in speaking them out loud.
It seems to me that the future of the nation depends on the complete disruption of the post war globalist order. With luck, we can rip the band aid off quickly and cleanly. Exploit a period of political tumult. I hope that it does not take another global war.
As I mentioned in the last comment, i think "Reconciliation" is the perfect pivot point for the Laurentian elite. It is progressive and justifies continued managerial change, but is not globalist. It promotes a client group that is divided and dispersed. It is also anti-Christian, which allows them to punish domestic enemies, be anti red America and be an aspect that appeals to Quebec.
Interesting…
I learn so much from the two of you. Another way of saying this is that there was so much I did not know before.
It is not that I did not care to know. It is that I have learned about Canada on the fly, informally, and gleaning from the perspective of others. Also, importantly, the media landscape was constrained and has narrowed even further, as was mentioned in this podcast.
I have come and gone from the borders of this country, but I always come back. Honestly, I
come back, like it or not. Canada for me isn’t a destination, it is destiny.
Listening to your podcast shines a light on all the pieces I have gathered of Canada over the years. I possess a basketful of understandings and impressions, which are like disjoined fragments. I’m finding that what I learn from you both is a way to bring this jumble of disconnected pieces into a coherent whole.
I will give you an example – the presence of the Laurentian elite in English Montreal.
My lens on Canada is through Quebec. While I have experienced life in provinces other than Quebec, and this has given me a certain feel for what else is out there, Quebec remains my window on Canada.
I first came here to Quebec in the mid-1980s, two weeks after my 19th birthday. I was an American, wife of a Quebecois and soon to be mother. Life was literally incomprehensible. I didn’t speak French. I did not know anyone who spoke English. It is also fair to say that my husband barely spoke English.
Gradually, just by listening, these mysterious sounds in the air began to form little points of meaning.
I learned of the existence of a very bad people called the “maudit-anglais" (damn-English, spoken as one word). My French comprehension grew to be on par with English, though my ability to speak lagged far behind. I had questions about the maudit-anglais and found opportunities to ask various people.
I was not present in Quebec during the tumultuous period of earlier decades. I had arrived at a time when, for all intents and purposes, these language problems were a settled matter. I had heard of a mass exodus of the English speaking population. Although everyone around me spoke French, I heard on the local news that when my child comes of age to go to school, she will be subject to punishment for uttering words in English, even if she would do so only at recess.
Why, I wondered, was the English language such a keenly felt threat? Isn’t whatever the problem was relegated to sometime in the past? Can’t they accept ‘yes’ for an answer? Haven’t they won?
People explained it to me. They spoke to me, and I received what they said through an odd, shifting kaleidoscope of allegiance and identity.
Quebecers see all English speaking people in one gigantic bucket. There is no real distinction between anglophones, no matter your country or province of origin. Yet, somehow, I had missed the big meeting where all of us English speakers got together and colluded against the Quebecois. The individuals who responded to my questions over the years had to first to make the leap beyond their own incredulity that I did not already have the English (wrong) answers.
They explained the trouble with the English through personal experiences and through stories they had heard about. Sometimes the stories were animated by a white-hot rage. Sometimes they would stop short and look at me, a member of the family or the wife of their friend. There was a slight disconcertedness. Was I somehow not quite English? How could it, by definition, be otherwise?
I have never lived in Montreal, never known an English owned business, never sought out the company of the maudit-anglais. I have gathered the stories of indignation at being the workers to English masters. I have heard of the dishonor of being prevented from promotion at work and self-rule in government merely by birth into the majority population in one’s own land.
The threat was once palpable, but past. The ongoing work is in guarding the fortress of home against a vast sea of Englishness outside. There was something important missing in my framework. I tried to squeeze these stories, these strong emotions, these political dramas into a picture of English business ownership.
Listening to The Red Ensign has suddenly snapped so many disparate pieces into a more meaningful framework. Your description of the Laurentian elite, and their presence in English Montreal, has enabled me to see the larger power structure behind what had appeared on the surface as a kind of capitalistic happenstance of separate businesses.
Please forgive me for being long-winded. I don’t know how else to truly convey, except through the personal, what it means to have so many scraps of memories, questions and reflections brought together into coherence. What I get from this podcast is nothing less than that.
I sincerely thank you!
Thanks for sharing. Quite the story! It does ring true.
Very educational on the Laurentian elites and their attempt at a pivot.
Point well taken on Covid.
But I can't help but see covid as a massive failure.
Yes it worked for 2 years but it almost lead to a revolt. The ruling class thought (and still treats it like it was a revolt (and some days I wish it was)).
I know they are desperate to turn the page. I just have a doubt on how well they can do this.
I think they have completely lost the younger generation.
If there was anyone that was able to capture them and patron them the Laurentian elites would be in serious trouble.
No one holds all the levels of power and opportunity the way they do. Or you go your own way. Small town. Small business. That sort of thing.
Used to Kruptos hogging the mic, but, gotta say, The Black Horse might have him beat.
Need to be better at sharing the space better. Interruptions and belaboured tangents become tiresome—fast.
Otherwise, great content!
Thanks for the feedback.
Good debate I enjoyed that, good rhythm, not much interruption so your points were able to get a more full airing. You are smart guys, I learn anew thanks to you. Very well done.
My name is RJ France I own a security personnel agency in Toronto , paragonsecurity.ca.
About 3000 of our employees are south Asians on student visas. They are Indians, mostly Sikh, but alsoGujarati Muslims etc. They are all fighting like hell to get their permanent resident status.
I speak extremely bluntly to them. I say: Canada is running an extortion racket, we make you pay exorbitant money for bullshit college educations like a 2 year “international business degree “. This is an education scam, like a bribe and you know it and are willing to pay for it because education completed, you get a two or three year work visa. The work visa is a back door to immigration , it allows you guys to get enough “points” to qualify for permanent residency status, the golden ticket.
The PR‘s never have to become Canadian citizens, but they get everything healthcare and the whole Schmear. Do you wonder why our healthcare system is broken? We have flooded it with 9 million new people: lol. Surprise.
I’ve made a statement like this too maybe 50 of them . They know I’m their boss and they are surprised to hear this from me, but every time I say it I get a similar reaction: jubilation at the honesty and sardonic laughter that Canada is a fraud artist. Instead of just letting these kids in directly as immigrants we play this silly game. We shake down their family for C$40,000 for a dingbat community college degree and then make them jump through hoops to qualify to get in. I can and do get them very stirred up. They all remark that I am right and they’re surprised I would speak so honestly.
The Laurentian elite have gone insane. I would say the odds of Canada surviving are 25%. Late Soviet Canada deserves to die.
Thanks for sharing that. It touches a nerve with people in all kinds of ways. There are so many stories surrounding this issue and people are getting more bold in speaking them out loud.