Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Canada Day brain challenge

I have a 12 year-old daughter going into Grade 8 and the usual summer braindead zombieness has struck already.

With tomorrow being Canada Day, and some work colleagues gently teasing me earlier about my preference for referencing physical, printed dictionaries over online search ("He hates trees!"), I decided to challenge myself this evening.

As a journalism student in the late 80s, it would've been sacrosanct for me to not be able to list off the full slate of premiers (as well as the federal and local provincial Cabinet members) by rote if asked on the spot, for marks. 

And I horrified myself earlier today by not knowing right away that Nunavut is the territory and not its capital. (Wait, if Nunavut is the capital, what's the name of the territory it's the capital of???)

[Cue the barely-avoided full-on panic attack]

That got me going on the worry that my brain is going to mush with all this technology being able to instantly provide any answer to any question one might have about all human knowledge - at least, all that is stored online somewhere.

So I tasked myself (and aforesaid daughter) with attempting to replicate the test my 80s j-school prof laid out, minus the federal/provincial Cabinet members, for lenience's sake. I asked her to grab a piece of paper and make four headings:

- province

- its capital

- name of its Premier

- their political party 

To challenge myself further, I tried to list all of them in the order they joined Confederation (which I guessed blindly at on more occasions than I care to relate here).

It ain't much, but there was a time when I knew all this stuff, including all 50 U.S. state capitals and all of Iron Curtain-era Europian capitals as well (so much easier than today). This is as far as I got without looking anything up:



Hopefully you can do better than I. More to come.

Happy Canada Day!


Saturday, June 27, 2026

24 Sussex Drive - Time for Canada to show we are a Big Country

I touched a bit on Prime Minister Mark Carney's Davos speech in my post yesterday. Davos has made a lasting impact on the thinking of world leaders everywhere, per various reports, even six months after the fact. And then while waiting hours for the boring NHL draft to work its way to the Canadiens' #26 pick, I learned that Carney has opened up a national competition for the restoration of the official Canadian Prime Minister's Ottawa residence, 24 Sussex Drive.

It got me to thinking about what an amazing opportunity this is for 24 Sussex to become a symbolic building (and site) of equal global impact, to underline how Canada is the land of big ideas to lead in the 21st century. "In a big country, dreams stay with you," non-Canadian Stuart Adamson sang, R.I.P.*

[SIDE NOTE TIME]: 

I confess to being a huge fan of the Scottish band, Big Country (at least 1980s Big Country). When the song "In a Big Country" comes on the radio in the car, the kids get a taste of their dad lamely singing along (Stuart Adamson's register and mine, nuh-uh) because that song speaks to me of my Scottish ancestry and what they must have been thinking in the 19th century when migrating here.

So take a look out of here, it doesn't fit you 
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor, come out screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered 
    --Big Country, from the song, "In A Big Country" (1983) 

Does that not sound like the thrust of the Davos speach in a nutshell? I digress.

[OK, END SIDE NOTE]

At a moment in history when the White House and other Washington DC landmarks are being mistreated and desicrated, surely we can show the world what world-class treatment the home of a G7 government leader can and should look like. The existing building is very grey, and where it isn't nondescript, it's entirely dreary. It wasn't for nothing that Margaret Trudeau (Justin's mom) once famously dismissed it as "the crown jewel of Canada's penitentiary system."

And it's been ages since the place fell into disrepair, as comedian Rick Mercer brought to the fore multiple times during both the Martin and Harper eras. Justin Trudeau, harbouring his own bitter childhood memories of the place, refused to bring his family to live there in his nine years as PM, understandably. But perhaps less understandable was his reluctance to push for anything substantive to be done about it.

I've never seen you look like this without a reason
Another promise fallen through another season passes by you 

Now it's reportedly been thoroughly stripped-down, de-asbestosed and uncrittered, ready for either a complete renovation or teardown. 

I have thoughts on this, but before I get ahead of myself, let's take a gander at what the Canadian architectural community has put out there on the subject. Hooboy, it's a lot. At a glance, the concept of outright demolition doesn't appear to be particularly popular among the architectural community (at least those who get published in Canadian Architect). But I think that thinking is wrong, particularly because cost-efficiency is one of Carney's bullet-point priorities for the project.

I'm going to come right out and say I have virtually no sentimentality towards the existing structure, which (let's face it) was designed from a 19th century colonialist mindset. It stands as a testament to the days of white privilege, and we have plenty of other heritage buildings inherently expressing that architecturally, the least of which being our (still under extensive renovation) buildings of Parliament. 

With that in mind, the only thing important to keep is the address.

The new 24 Sussex Drive should show off what we can do today, not how bigly we can modernize and replicate the 19th Century style. That would be a page out of Trump's modus operandi. The new design should take inspiration from recent Canadian architectural trends, celebrating our indigenous communities' connection to the natural world, and reflecting our country's contemporary multicultural character.

I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert
But I can live and breath and see the sun in wintertime 

I happen to know just a little bit about modern construction, restoration and structural strengthening innovations. I write professionally in a marketing capacity targeting these very experts. (I cannot wait to see what imaginative and innovative plans our incredibly talented Canadian architects come up with. They blow me away time after time). And I know they know that any plans will need to fall in line with the Federal Sustainable Development Strategy, which also means aligning with the UN sustainability goals.

One of the problems with demolition is the environmental cost, which is why dismantlement (or "deconstruction" as one Montreal company calls it) is making headway. In this respect, it can also serve to help fund the project. I can't tell you how many offices, restos and barber shops in Montreal proudly showcase their old Montreal Forum seats for customers to drool over (at least, hockey fans).

Imagine how many Canadian patriots would pay a premium to have a piece of the original 24 Sussex Drive in their own homes, shops, town halls, etc.? Especially knowing the money went into the rebuilding of the landmark. The new building and site can be modern, carbon-neutral, self-sustaining with renewable solar power, built with Canadian-manufactured materials, easier for the RCMP to provide the needed security, and respective of the multi-faceted Canada that can become emblamatic of our forward-thinking, inclusive outlook.

In a Big Country, dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
 
*by the way, do check out the heartfelt music of Stuart Adamson's daughter, Kirsten Adamson
 
Cheers
  
- 30 - 

Friday, June 26, 2026

What this humble blogger would have our leaders do

I am Scott in Montreal. I grabbed scottinmontreal.ca last year, but I haven't done anything with it yet but sit on it... 

I posted online with that tagline for the first time ever in 1995 on deanforamerica.com (thinking, if I am going to weigh-in anonymously on a US politician's "blog" then there needs to be at least a bit of info on who I am, for people to know where I'm coming from). From there, I found dailykos.com and became one of its first 600 account holders, occasionally posting on my own page there, as they so graciously offer all users.

Soon I found out I could use blogger.com for my rantings and the lovely progressivebloggers.ca soon saw fit to kindly forward my posts to its readership as well, providing my minute drops of influence into the worldwide web.

"What is an ocean, but a multitude of drops?" --David Mitchell, (Cloud Atlas, 2004)

[Drip]

My partner of now 14+ years has a tremendously high opinion of my opinions on politics and policy, it seems. She believes fiercely in me, and is determined that I hammer out something today; something momentous in its effect on our future (Our family's? Our country's?)

I believe in her too, so this is an effort at that.

I know it's important to know what I don't know, which is an awful, awful lot. I opine a great deal on Bluesky (reactively for the most part). When the mood strikes, or I think I see something clearly that maybe needs more than a mere post on social media for me to wrap my thoughts around, I come here, and I write it out. Nowadays, with LLMs creating readable prose thoughtlessly, I know that my way isn't so fashionable, but I never know what conclusions might come to me until I start hammering out my thoughts; and to mix a metaphor, all I know in my world is nails. Songwriting works that way too oftentimes. The guitar or mandolin know better what my clumsy fingers are trying to accomplish much of the time than I do. But creativity and thinking (for me) only come through the doing. 

I write, therefore I think. Therefore I am not keen on giving it all up to AI.

But before that, I try to soak up what I can gather from what the smart people put out there: people like Gerald Butts, Chantal Hébert, the two Dyers (Gwynne and his son, Evan), Juan Cole, Billy Bragg, Michael E. Mann, Mark Chadbourn, Tom Engelhart, David Rothkopf, Seth Abramson, and the queen of understanding who coined the perfect term "international crime syndicate masquarading as a government," Sarah Kendzior (so sorry for your loss; your father sure raised a smart and talented writer).

Closer to home, we follow smarties like Toula Drimonis, Rachel Gilmore, Nora Loreto, Chris Curtis and Stéphane Giroux. Internationally, I will never get over the loss of Billmon.org, who taught me so, so much duing the GWB years.

All that to say, I am a part-timer and not in their league, but I do take a leaf from the above-mentioned Seth Abramson, an author of many distinguished books, who calls what he does "curative journalism" (something my journalism profs of the 80s couldn't have imagined of, in the pre-internet era).

But between that and my rather scattershot lived experiences in the workplace over 40 years (mostly at Canadian branches of American firms, and always in the Montreal area), a lot of stuff has come to my attention.

Let's start with this: The rule of law is paramount and the law should be crafted with care by legislators who are truly accountable to the general public, preferably through democratic means. I believe international law is fundamental but the fact we are in a world of sovereign nation-states makes that very difficult to enforce. When Carney mentioned in his well-received Davos speech that things are shifting with hegemons trying to diminish the concept of international law, it didn't just come out of nowhere.

I am old enough to recall Colin Powell bullshitting the UNSC with a straight face about the need to go into Iraq, which made keeping his boss out of the Hague an even bigger reason for US administration of GWB to decline to even try to ratify the Rome statute that created the ICC in 2002 (even though they'd already stated as much a few months prior, probably while planning the whole phony WMD malarkey they invented to justify their invasion).

But I live in a country that is NOT anybody's 51st state (at least, not yet); a country which DID sign and ratify the Rome Stature, putting it into force on Canada Day of 2002, under then Prime Minister Jean Chrétien, at a time we were fighting alongside the United States and others comprising the ISAF, shedding Canadian blood for American-led futility, it would turn out - a new twist on Je me souviens for this Quebecer. 

Speaking of my home province, we have a provincial election coming up and that will coincide with Albertans answering a bunch of stupid referendum questions they shouldn't even be asked in the first place. (There we go with that Rule of Law thing again - the premier is hoping populism will side with her and turn on the independence of the courts. I pray she is thoroughly rebuffed by the majority of good and thoughtful Albertans that know better. I mean, come on, how stupid would it be to even think it's a good idea for a land-locked area to make bitter enemies of the only neighbouring states that could bring their main export to tidewater! Er, unless the whole shebang is to try to make Alberta, or some rump thereof, a new US territory. Don't fall for it, eh!)

Of course who am I to tell them what's what? As a Quebecer, I cannot point to a single time in my political awareness that we have been served with anything better than marginally-not-horrible leadership in Quebec City. One government after another has been either corrupt, wilfully blind, condescending or terribly incompetent (the CAQastrophe managed to tick off all the above boxes, incredibly).

On the left-right spectrum, the high-minded and open-minded Québec-Solidaire is the most clear-headed - until one notices they think separating from Canada is such a good idea, they'll take their election to power as a mandate for it all on its own - at least, that was in their platform last time around. While the current co-spokesperson, Ruba Ghazal is a bright and capable communicator (just read her touchingly personal book, Les Gens du Pays viennent aussi d'ailleurs), her party is not going to gain enough traction to be anything more that a spoiler, NDP-style.

The Parti-Québécois is leading in the polls, but its leader, Pierre St-Paul Plamondon, is churlish and he will get decimated in the debates (which will greatly matter). If the Liberal Party and its new leader Charles Milliard play their cards right, they will win, as there is nothing the CAQ's new leader Christine Frechette can do to erase all the mountains of shitty governance she and her party have on their record over two terms. Too early to tell, but I suspect the Conservative party might get some spill-off votes from the CAQ, leaving the PLQ to come up the middle in a ton of ridings where votes will be split, or voters stay home in disgust. 

But whichever party forms government, I do hope they have the good sense to put smart people in positions of power who can salvage some of the good things we have, including renewable electricity. My recipe: invest in schools, teach the kids more than just the History of Every Bad Thing Someone With an English Name Did to Insult or Punch Down on les québécois, relax the parts of the language and "laicité" laws that discriminate against religious and language rights and just use a ton more carrot and less stick generally in that regard. Embrace our indigenous peoples and show them and indeed all non-white, non-francophone Quebecers a little love and understanding. Own up to the systemic racism that has come from the over-zealous application of maitres-chez-nous that has given white francophones a level of privilege they don't even realize, while all their garbagemen and low-wage workers can't break out into the workforce because of the language/culture barrier that now keep them down (what an astounding reversal since the 1970s!)

Because everyone now is aware of how the gameboard was tilted unfavourably against the French for generations, and how important it is to support the French fact of Quebec. In fact, it is a huge part of our shield against the hegemons - especially the one just a few minutes south of us. 

I want all my fellow Canadians to understand the importance of our linguistic and cultural duality, French and English, in shielding us from the forces that wish to create a phony Americanized monolithic culture. If you don't know French, consider learning it. Consider trying. Consider the amazing cultural richness you are denying yourself from gaining a greater understanding of your country. When O Canada is sung entirely in English, a part of me feels gyped, especially considering it was an artifact of French Canada in the first place! French Quebec was the original Canada. The rest of the provinces hopped on board and brought more into it (so much more!) Oh, but there's my colonist bias. Quebec itself was an Algonquin term originally, which is why its first e only takes the accent aigue when expressed in French.

So here is what all of Canada should do (hope Carney's listening). Get our butts onto the solar power highway and as fast as we can. Even in the Trump era, where windmills are being thrown overboard in favour of more coal and oil and gas, an American company called Factorial Energy is making headway in developing solid-state batteries that could make electric cars much quicker to charge, much less trouble in winter, and basically, bring us up to the speed the Chinese are already at. Yes there are other renewables, but solar is the deal breaker that we need to push hard on, or we'll be left out in the cold.

Okay, that's all the world's problems I have the energy to solve just now. I hope some will comment and tell me where and how I am totally wrong, or whatever drops you may wish to contribute.

Thank you. Be good to one another (and that goes for all of you). 

 - 30 -  

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

Tears in Montreal - Original Song #whatevs


Tears in Montreal (on the eve of Saint-Jean)

Tears in Montreal
On the eve of Saint-Jean

Mohamed Lamine Benredouane,
A stand-up cop, answering the calL
34, a pregnant wife and a toddler
Just 3
Now in the arms of Allah (Peace be with him)

Tears in Montreal...
Michel Mizrahi
Died shepherding others to safety
A father, a geandfather, a tailor
Now in the arms of his Jehovah

Tears in Montreal... 

A young man in a state
Of cultivated hate
Confused, Deluded, Determined
To strike out
With a cascade of bullets
Well that's what it gets you: Irredeemably dead

Ahhh!! I'm sick of crying!
I'm so damn sick of crying
Saint-Jean?! Where are you now, eh? Où es-tu ? Viens, viens-vite !
We could really use a new baptism right now.
On a besoin un nouveau baptème, 'stie !

 - 30 -

Saturday, June 20, 2026

What a Father hopes for on Fathers' Day

Fathers are tricky business

Some of us love and revere them

Feel their presence in all we are as individuals, 

Or find ourselves bedamned by the weaknesses we see in them that have passed on to us;

That we must face within ourselves, to hopefully break the cycles that are hurtful

And to faithfully carry on those that support and boost us all higher

The choices we've made; how we've lived

Between self-sacrifice and selfishness

Did we disappoint our fathers or did we impress?

Push the family further?

Hold our own to maintain the legacy of the ages?

A legacy passed to us, unasked, and perhaps forwarded on to another generation,

As the legacy was so unasked of all generations past

Yes, tricky indeed

But may I say,

As a father, as a son and as a grandfather

What I want of my kin on Fathers' Day

What I hope for...

Is to know that my children, stepchildren and grandchildren feel safe and secure and confident

That they feel my love and strength

Buttressing them through every scary moment life forces them to endure

That whatever mistakes I've made,

They've understood there was no malice, no lack of belief in them as the fantastic indivuals they are

No moment of doubt of them in my heart

Ever

And that they can always know I am there for them

In my unbounded love for them

In any way I can be of help to them

With everything I have put forth into this world

It has all been for you

I hope it can be of use to you

You are all beautiful and important in the Universe

In ways you may never comprehend

And I am damn proud of you

Now don't worry about giving me any cards or shit

Just go on and keep kicking ass

(With love and respect for humanity, eh?)


PS: for those who, unlike me, have lost their fathers, Billy Bragg has you

Tank Park Salute

- 30 -



Sunday, June 07, 2026

Smile, and Greet the Customer

That was the first line on the SOC (Station Observation Checklist) for the position of Cashier at McDonald's Corporation in the 1990s, when I was an Assistant Manager at the flagship Peel Street location in downtown Montreal.

Over a three-hour shift from 11:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m., a part-time crew member would be expected to perform this (and dozens of other high-energy and well-delineated tasks) around one to two hundred times (with expected vigor) for their minimum wage earnings, unquestionably.

There were pins to be awarded for high customer throughput, such as the 350 customers served (by the team) in a given hour. WOO-HOO!

We cherished those badges of honour - and we wore them proudly on our carefully ironed cotton/polyester lapels - like US Marines with their Purple Hearts.

Of course, we didn't have to shoot anyone or get maimed in the process, so weren't we the lucky ones!

After years of working my tail off (I was just bloody grateful to be working anywhere at all to pay the rent while slowly plying my way through an undergraduate degree at Concordia U.), I was eventually promoted to manager. With that came the responsibility of balancing the safe and all cash tills, as well as faithfully toeing the corporate line.

Why, I myself was scolded by senior management for failing to iron-in a proper crease in my shirt sleeves, ...once, but with God as my witness, never again!

The standard for presentation was high (even in polyester), and it applied to all employees.

If they arrived for work in an unclean uniform, or otherwise unkempt in any way, they could expect to be unceremoniously reviled by me, or any other manager, in front of their co-workers, and sent home without pay. No recompense for their transport or time spent; only shame.

For the majority, who considered themselves lucky enough to remain on the clock (that day, at least), they knew they'd dodged a bullet. And the other rules were automatic, starting with:

"Smile, and greet the customer."

* * *

Many years later (2013 if memory serves), over a dozen years after I'd resigned from McD's on the spot (more on that to come in future posts), my  step-daughter, at 15, would be hired as cashier at the Dorval, Quebec McDonald's franchise. The SOC, I noted at the time, was unchanged.

"They're telling me I have to smile but I don't want to smile at everyone," she protested. "Some of them are, well, ...creeps."

My step-daughter's smile lights up a room like a floodlight, just like her mother's. It doesn't just "show up" on demand a hundred-plus times a day; and especially not for minimum wage. I got that. She lasted there less than two weeks and when she told me she'd quit over it, I gained a new respect for her. It was a revelation to me, about our changing world. Bullshit is bullshit, and there's just no excuse for it - not anymore.

"No means no" meets fast food, essentially.

* * *

Sometimes I go to a McD's nowadays as a customer and I place my order on a massive touchscreen, or order through the Drive-Thru, and then someone very busily multi-tasking hands me my order.

They don't smile, generally, and I don't give a hoot one way or the other. But I wonder if the Cashier SOC has been updated, or if it still starts with:

"Smile, and greet the customer"

- 30 -

NOTE: No AI has been harmed in the creation of this post. It was just me. :-)


Saturday, May 23, 2026

2026 Stanley Cup Playoffs

Nirvana, Soundgarden and Pearl Jam only made it big because of the path forged by Hüsker Dü, the Replacements, the Pixies and Montreal bands like the Nils, the Asexuals and Three O'Clock Train.

(If you disagree, dear reader, I am happy to hear what you think in the comments.)

Strangely, I feel a real relevance of that to whatever I'm witnessing here with our Habs, even as they drop the second game of their third round series against the Carolina Hurricanes.

Regardless, the Canadiens' 25th Stanley Cup will not necessarily come to the most deserving Habs team; but the most opportune, when the stars align. It could be now (I really think it might), or it could necessarily be somewhere down the line. Essentially, school is still (and always) in session when you're coached by such a diligent student of The Game as Martin Saint-Louis.

20 years ago,...

Again in 2011...

2021...


Whatevs!

What my eyes see this year: our CH are playing toe to toe with the best.


And it's dawn, not dusk.


GoHabsGo !

Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Goin' South to North Carolina

(Sung to the tune of Hotel California. Apologies to the Eagles)


On a flight home from Buffalo

An eighth win in the bank

Rank smells from the equipment bags

To remind them of how Game 6 stank

Up ahead on the schedule

They saw an upcoming flight

Their play had steadied

Having fought hard to win

They had to brace for the next fight


There it lay 'midst the hog farms

And a million cowbells

And they were thinking to themselves,

This could be heaven or this could be hell

Then Marty lit up the torCH and he showed them the way

Those Forum ghosts have still got their backs

And you can hear them say:


"You're goin' south to North Carolina

Aaron Ward lives here

He might buy you a beer

Playing Round 3 down in North Carolina

Such a whale of a place

Such a tragic (coach's) face"


Their game is Brind-Amour twisted

Their fans make lots of noise

They got a lot of pretty flashy players

But none to match Suzuki's points

They got a pretty good goalkeep

But his team don't go deep

Canes can win a couple rounds every year

But they can never win three

Recall the Habs' '06 captain

Who'd beaten back cancer like a giant

Then Williams took out Saku's eye

Never fully regained his sight

And still those Forum ghosts calling from far away

Wake these Canes up in the middle of the night

Cuz this is the CH's day


Goin' south now to North Carolina

Justin Williams beware

An eye for an eye I swear

Xhekaj is comin' for you down in North Carolina

Such a whale of a place

Such a tragic (coach's) face


A kid named Sebastien Aho

Took Bergy's offer sheet

He wanted to become a Hab

But the Canes owner, he was piqued

So he matched the Habs' offer

Said: "Kid, you're my property"

"You can sign Bergy's offer sheet 

But you can never leave"

A kid named Kotkaniemi

Thought 6 mill sounded nice

And he found: "We are all just prisoners here

Upon our agents' advice"

And in Brind-Amour's chambers

They haven't played in two weeks

They shoot the puck from every corner of the ice

But they still can't win the East


#GoHabsGo

Monday, May 11, 2026

Love these Habs now

Love These Habs Now

(apologies to Mon Rovîa


Do you hear the Bell Centre roar?

Do you recall when you heard that before

Times ain't the same in the Atlantic

Got a bunch of teams juiced like hell

While the refs keep their whistles on the shelf 

 

Do you see the Habs compete

Fighting for every inch of that ice sheet

SFU can write them off as small and weak

But they battle hard cuz they ain't meek

Ain't gonna knock 'em off their feet

 

Love these Habs now

Show em' MSL 

Lindy's Sabres are playing on a heavy foot

And they're trying to keep the Habs down

But no they're never gonna push 'em around

 

They scored fast to start Game 3

But the pushback was more than they'd seen

Newhook and Dach and Slafkovsky

Outclassed the Sabres wicked clean

Showed 'em what it means to be a team

 

Did you see their captain Dahleen?

Norris hopeful, beautiful sheen

Cheap-shotting everyone he can find

Cuz he knows the refs know when to be blind

Man, that's a different kind of weak


Love these Habs now

Show em' MSL 

Lindy's Sabres are playing on a heavy foot

And they're trying to beat the Habs down

But no they're never gonna keep the Habs down


Did you see the scrum in Game 2?

Benson down prone all vulnerable

Mike Matheson protected him well

Union brothers, man, should be a tell


Love these Habs now

Show em' MSL 

Lindy's Sabres are playing on a heavy foot

And they're trying to beat the Habs down

But no they're never gonna push 'em around

 

Saturday, May 09, 2026

Deep Playoff Run (apologies to CHappell Roan)

(Sung to the tune of "Pink Pony Club")

 

I know you wanted me to stay

Mired in the Atlantic division, out of Bettman’s way

And I heard Saint-Louis’s sage conseil

Where players on this Habs team are teammates all the way

 

I’m having wicked dreams

Of Habs supremacy

Oh, playoffs’ final round

I swear it’s calling me

Won’t make ol’ Bettman proud

It’s gonna cause a scene

He sees a Canadian team

I know he’s gonna scream

 

God, what have you done?

There are deep playoff rounds

Where Habs don’t belong

Yo mama, we’re having great fun

 

On the ice with FastLane

Where the CH belong all pushing for a

Deep playoff run

I’m gonnn keep on hoping for a

Deep playoff run

I’m gonna keep on cheering

Down at Brasserie CHerrier

I’m gonna keep on rooting for a

Deep playoff run, deep playoff run

 

Newhook scored, and jaws are on the floor

Tage Thompson in the bathroom spewing vomit at the door

Blackout zones; fans screwed throughout it all

Every night’s another reason why the Habs won’t fall

 

I thank my wicked dreams

Of Habs supremacy

Oh, playoffs’ final round

Are you that far from me?

Won’t make ol’ Bettman proud

It’s gonna cause a scene

He sees a Canadian team

I know he’s gonna scream

God, what have you done?

There are deep playoff rounds

Where the Habs don’t belong

Yo mama, we’re having great fun

 

On the ice with our hockey ghosts

It’s where we belong down in a

Deep playoff run

I’m gonna keep on hoping for a

Deep playoff run

I’m gonna keep on cheering

Down at Brasserie CHerrier

I’m gonna keep on rooting for a

Deep playoff run, deep playoff run

 

Don’t think of players left behind

Still love Price and Weber

You’re always on my mind 

And Gary, every Saturday

I can hear your lawyery drawl a thousand miles away, saying

God, what have you done?

There are deep playoff rounds

Where the Habs don’t belong

Yo mama, we’re having great fun

 

On the late Springtime ice

It’s where we belong down in a

Deep playoff run

I’m gonna keep on hoping for a

Deep playoff run

I’m gonna keep on cheering

Down at Brasserie CHerrier

I’m gonna keep on rooting for a

Deep playoff run, deep playoff run

I’m gonna keep on hopin’!


Thursday, April 02, 2026

Notes on a World of Flux

So... 

     Pierre Poilievre doesn't like fast trains that reduce greenhouse gas emissions over jet travel (and free up existing rail infrastructure for freight). And he's against taxing gasoline. And he wants more pipelines for O&G.

You think this he's stumping for O&G? Where there's smoke, there's fire.


 ... 

      You won't be missed, François Legault, you Duplessis wannabe who refused to accept Quebec is as guilty of systemic racism as any continental collonial society:


Another (final) day, another law to curtail Quebecers' Charter rights. What a piece of shit.
Que le CAQastrophe s'arrêter toute de suite!

 ...

     Finally, I think it's time to put pressure on Montreal-based, Quebec-subsidized GardaWorld to divest itself of its US concentration camp construction subsidiary.

How Montreal-based GardaWorld stands to cash in on U.S. immigration crackdown / CBC News