Wednesday, November 04, 2015
The Day the Sun Went Down on the Harper Regime
I missed the ferry back to the city so I could get this shot. The one I have been dreaming about for more than nine years.
The shot of the sun going down, at last, on Stephen Harper's long and monstrous reign of terror.
To make it even better it was a glorious, warm, Indian Summer evening, as if Mother Canada herself was celebrating, or rewarding us for having given that ghastly tyrant the boot.
And as a bonus there was Harper himself, reminding us why he was more than good to go.
For only a depraved clinical psychopath would praise and thank those he had tortured and terrorized for so many years, with this "farewell letter."
After years of acrimonious relations with the federal public service, outgoing Prime Minister Stephen Harper has issued a letter to Canada's "world-class public service" thanking members for their support and dedication to Canadians.
And as if to torture them further, suggest his many victims had supported his foul regime.
"I am very proud of the remarkable work we have accomplished together towards meeting these objectives," he wrote. "I would like to thank each and every one of you for the support you have shown my team and me over three successive Parliaments and for the dedication you have demonstrated in delivering for Canadians.
Even as he killed 37,000 government jobs, intimidated and muzzled civil servants, tried to steal their pensions and their sick leave, attempted to strip some of them of their collective bargaining rights, and attacked or fired anyone who dared criticize him.
So needless to say that farewell letter didn't please their union.
It is unfortunate that the Conservative government was not able to recognize the important contribution of public service workers during their mandate," said PSAC national president Robyn Benson in a statement to CBC News. "We look forward to building a positive and constructive relationship with the new Liberal government where trust and respect for public service workers is restored."
But was of course, entirely consistent with Harper's psychological profile...
And the kind of sick joke that only he could enjoy.
But then Harper is in for a little torture himself. First he'll have to resign, which will be painful enough.
Then he'll have to watch Justin the Son of Trudeau being sworn in and receiving the kind of adulation he never received in his almost ten years in power.
And then on Thursday he'll have to meet with his still shell shocked, shattered caucus, where as L. Ian MacDonald reports, it's all over but the shouting.
The Conservative caucus meets for the first time since the election at midday on Thursday. It’s going to be a long, long afternoon. The first member to speak will be Stephen Harper. He is expected to accept the blame — or at least the responsibility — for the Conservatives’ defeat.
So he should.
He'll have to humble himself to try to explain why he ran such a disastrous campaign.
From snitch-lines to the Fords, party pols were astonished at the incompetence and stupidity of the campaign high command. As one former senior Harper official wrote to a friend, the mood in the war room in the final two weeks was one of “throwing anything at the wall to see what would stick.”
And since he's decided to remain an MP, no doubt to make sure he can't be called to testify at the Duffy trial.
As one commenter points out, it probably isn't going to get any better.
I don't think anybody would want to be Harper for the next few years. He's going to have to sit there and watch helplessly as the Son of Trudeau rules the country in his place, dismantling everything he worked on, piece by piece.
On top of that he's being reduced to the status of a lowly backbencher where he will be surrounded by Conservatives angry at him who will be allowed to speak their minds for the first time and will have no fear of him anymore.
Which is music to my ears, because I'm not about to forget what he did to this country and its values, so I want him to be punished as much as possible...
Or humiliated beyond recognition.
But I'm sure you know that, and how happy I am to see that loathsome bully beaten and humbled. So instead I think I'll tell you the story of an old man named Jimmy, who I truly believe despised Harper and his filthy Con regime even more than I did.
I met Jimmy in the cancer ward a few weeks before the election call, when I dropped in to see a nurse friend of mine. I heard him bending the ears of anybody who would listen about the evils of the man he called Harpocrite.
And when my friend told he was dying and had no visitors, I decided to drop in to see him whenever I could. And it quickly became apparent that he was literally living for the day the Cons were defeated, and was terrified he would die before that hour arrived...
I'm not sure why Jimmy hated them so much. He said it was because of the way they had treated veterans, or for threatening to make poor seniors like himself wait until they were sixty-seven to collect their Old Age Assistance. Or because the Harpocrite lied all the time.
But I couldn't help feeling it was also because that poor lonely old man had been cheated out of so many things in his life, the thought that somebody could steal his country was for him the ultimate indignity.
So when Harper called the early election, Jimmy was so excited that he might live to see him toppled. When I hauled out my trusty i-pad and showed him some of my silly little photo-shops like this one...
He would roar with laughter, and the nurses later told me that they had never seen him so happy.
But sadly the story did not end happily. Jimmy died just over two weeks before the election. Slipped away in the first light of dawn, like so many other terminally ill patients.
So yesterday when I watched the sun go down on the Con regime, I couldn't help thinking of that lonely old man who was deprived of even his last wish...
Or help whispering "Jimmy, Jimmy, the Harpocrite and his gang are going down in a ball of fire. The day you dreamed about is finally here."
"And isn't it BEAUTIFUL?"
And the only thing I regret is that I wasn't able to make this one for him...
Aren't we lucky to be alive to see a day like this one?
The tyrant is finally down.
Our dream finally came true.
Life can be cruel.
But that new day I always knew would arrive, is finally dawning...
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