If you stop every time a dog barks your road will never end.
The Cautious Canadians, eh?
So our national bout of logorrhea is over, the chattering class on the Hill have a new kid on the block to harass, and they’re off following his every sniffle, snuffle and sneeze.
One report last week suggested, “maybe one day he’ll loosen up and hug his kids as he sees them off at school.”
Are Canadians really that nitpicky, or is it just Seasonal Affective Disorder kicking in? Besides, kids don’t go for public hugs do they?
Cabin fever gets city folk too, I’m told; maybe that’s it, eh? I’ll bet they could use an old fashioned Yukon cabin-fever pill — Rendezvous?
Why we could have them rolling in the aisles of the Houses on the Hill. We could have members of Parliament reciting Robert Service, Can-Can Dancers kicking up their heels in Rideau Hall welcoming the new cabinet, dressed in Tory Blue, of course, a Hansard Packing contest, shredded and in Kyoto friendly bags tied with red tape; the Snowshoe Dancers performing in the Press Club with Peter Newman taping their comments for us, ah ‘tis fun to have flights of fancy sometime in mid-winter.
Anyway enough Canadians thought Stephen Harper would do to ride the river with; just enough to keep “The Conservative Riverboat” stable in rough waters, for a while.
Ah, but, and it is a big BUT, all three national party leaders promised “Canada First,” a rambling interpretation being, “We’ll work together for the people!”
So, Prime Minister designate Harper, and his team, I present a wish from past generations. It’s old, it’s down-home stuff without rank, or rancor:
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
It wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough “hellos” to get you through the final “goodbye.”
Actually, let’s dedicate it to the whole 308 men and women elected, and wish them wisdom in their deliberations.
As Possum Pogo, of Walt Kelly’s old Okefenokee comics, used to say, “You is us!” (Another rambling interpretation meaning, “If it’s good for us, it’s good for you, eh?”)
If we don’t stand for something we will fall for anything.
Canadian Blair Fraser made the following observation at least two decades ago in Maclean’s magazine…
“Half the troubles of the free world are caused by politicians either refusing to admit they have been wrong, or refusing to act for fear of being wrong again. In both cases the effect is a kind of paralysis. If public men (and women) would only concede that they have made mistakes in the past, which they will now propose to correct, and that they will inevitably make more in the future, they would be able to get a lot more done. They would also be protected against the occupational hazard of thinking themselves infallible.
A cowboy’s advice: Never straddle a fence. Build one, or tear it down.
A big tip of the hat to the men and women in our electrical production and delivery systems: Yukon Energy and Yukon Electric. Even without knowing all the ins-and-outs, the results tell us they did a darn-fine job getting us back, and keeping us on-line.
A second tip of the hat to Larry Bagnell. Yukoners love Yukoners who work hard for the Yukon, and they’ve shouted out loud and clear, “the way to go, Larry — thanks!”
A final tip of the hat to the Rendezvous and Quest volunteers busting their butts to kick-off another February full of fun and frolic. Good on ya!