Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Jack Layton and the Power of Myth
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On my way home this evening, I stopped by City Hall to check out this improvised and rapidly growing memorial to Jack Layton.
Where people were dropping by to write chalk messages to the lost leader.
On the ground...
Or on a large wall...
And then when I got home, I read a story by Barbara Yaffe, who like most of the media loons in the Ottawa pond, was echoing the plaintive call of the Con media: Jack is gone, so the NDP is doomed.
Canada is not a socialist-minded country. Of 10 provinces, only Manitoba and Nova Scotia have New Democrat premiers. Canadians never have installed an NDP government federally. In Quebec, the NDP's recent success federally flowed from a political vacuum left by a sudden collapse in the Bloc Quebecois' following.
With Layton's passing Monday, his party now faces the prospect of losing much of the support it had from voters who were attracted by Layton himself.
And it made me wonder if any of those predictable loons knows what they're talking about. Because like most of those wretched scribblers, Yaffe can't seem to see the forest for the trees. Or in this case the writing on the wall.
These troubled economic times couldn't be BETTER for a social-democratic party. And the NDP may have lost a great leader, but Layton has bequeathed them and other progressive Canadians, something even more powerful: a real dyed in the wool Canadian myth.
Do you know how much a myth is worth in a country starved of them? Jack's tragic death, the person he was, and the message he left behind, have given progressives a secular saint for a better world, that we can hold up like a candle, or wield like a weapon.
One that will shelter the new NDP MPs as they wander through the Valley of Con Death, help excuse any rookie mistakes they might make, neutralize the "separatist" slander that will be excreted in their direction.
And most importantly, mobilize young Canadians to their side, by giving them somebody to believe in. At last.
Because there they were on their knees today...
One after the other.
Writing love messages to Jack...
For he did so believeth in THEM.
Now they believeth in HIM...
And when you ask them to win one for Jack they will. And so will a lot of other Canadians.
You know the Cons know the power of a myth, and they are afraid.
The setup is tempting: Ailing leader, cane in hand, bravely hobbles through an election campaign with a wince and smile, leading his troops to shocking, unprecedented triumph — only to die prematurely and gracefully like a monarch butterfly.
That’s the martyr part. NDP strategists, no idealistic fools, know martyrdom is gold at the ballot box.
And so they should be.
Glory Hallelujah !!! I want to be an altar boy in the Church of Jack Layton !!!!
Where goodness RULES.
Stephen Harper and his Cons are the Satanic Hordes.
And hope lives FOREVER...