Sunday, April 28, 2013
Harperland: The Horror and the Beauty
One of the worst things about living in Stephen Harper's monstrous Canada, is having to spend so much time writing about the crimes of the Con regime.
The vile acts, the ugliness, the cruelty, the barbarism of that bestial cult that is slowly killing our country.
Instead of being able to write about the more beautiful things, the good people, and the great Canadian stories that inspire me, and make our country worth saving.
Like the amazing story of Dr Fred Urquhart and his wife Norah from Toronto who spent 40 years searching for the secret hideaway of the magnificent Monarch butterfly.
Early in 1976, Fred and Norah Urquhart, then in their sixties, climbed the "Mountain of Butterflies" to view the spectacular reward for forty years of research. While staring in wonder at the fluttering multitudes, a pine branch broke from the weight of the butterflies and crashed to the ground at their feet. In the cluster of spilled monarchs, the Urquharts found one bearing a white tag. The butterfly had been tagged in Minnesota before setting off on its long trek to Mexico.
Because that moment, when that Canadian couple stared at the culmination of their life's work, is right up there in my book with the discovery of Tutankhamen's tomb.
For if when Howard Carter was asked if he could see anything through a hole in the tomb he replied "Yes, beautiful things."
This for me was even better.
I gazed in amazement at the sight. Butterflies—millions upon millions of monarch butterflies! They clung in tighty packed masses to every branch and trunk of the tall, gray-green oyamel trees. They swirled through the air like autumn leaves and carpeted the ground in their flaming myriads on this Mexican mountainside. Breathless from the altitude, my legs trembling from the climb, I muttered aloud, “Unbelievable! What a glorious, incredible sight!”
And now there is a new IMAX movie that recreates their long search and that magic moment, and it's simply awesome...
I can't recommend it enough. And you can read more about it here.
It's the kind of story I'd like Canada to be known for, along with other good things like the discovery of insulin, or our peacekeeping tradition.
Instead of what the Cons have made of us, a belligerent, pariah petro state, with a Neanderthal government that shames us in the eyes of the world.
Where we sing the praises of English generals and old battles, but can't even preserve our own gentler heritage.
People in the neighbourhood once called the house “butterfly central,” but now it’s empty and slated for demolition.
Some years ago, Spilsbury talked to people about erecting a historical plaque in front of the house to recognize the work the Urquharts did there, but couldn’t find anybody who was interested.
Or celebrate our real heroes. Or the decent things that once made us proud to be Canadians.
Oh well. What I take from Fred and Norah's story is that in the pursuit of those decent beautiful things, and a kinder, gentler world, we should never give up.
And that if we can inspire others to join us in the pursuit of that dream, like they did, and work hard, wonderful things can happen.
Like what happened to me last summer, when I waded ashore on the island, walked into a wooded area.
And came across an amazing sight...
And the best thing? For several summers I had helped scatter seeds in a nearby milkweed patch. But never could I have imagined that simple task would reward me so magically.
As our efforts to bring back our Canada will reward us one day, when we finally defeat this evil Con regime. For it will be a day to remember eh?
Yup. On that day we can start to dream of beautiful things again.
But for now there is only ugliness and struggle.
For now there is only this...
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