Showing posts with label Montreal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Montreal. Show all posts

Sunday, August 02, 2026

Montreal, how misgoverned you (almost) always are

As August dawns, a different kind of perrenial pops up without fail for those of us in the Park Extension neighbourhood of Montreal - and it's not a flower, but a world-class, professional tennis tournament. For two weeks (since 1981), the tournament is hosted within a big chunk of our beloved Jarry Park, which is our one jewel and salvation of green space amidst an otherwise densely-built heat island of mostly over-packed apartments.

Graphic as seen on posters in Jarry Park, copied here from the Facebook group, Coalition des amis du parc Jarry (CAP Jarry). The header translates to "Save our Jarry Park" and the red encircled area on the left is the public baseball diamond earmarked by Tennis Canada for a new, covered main stage with higher capacity. They have so far signalled their intention to continue using all of their existing allocated area, outlined here in yellow.

This year it is a reminder that Tennis Canada has its eye on yet another land grab within Jarry Park, one that threatens the majority of Park Ex residents' single foot/bike/scooter access point to our oasis (through Parc St-Roch and a level railway crossing). But they won't share with us citizens any details of their plans, other than that the large baseball diamond fronting that access point is directly on the spot planned to become a new, covered stadium to replace the existing open-air facility that has served their needs for the last couple of decades.

Ah, but the world of professional sports is driven by capitalist greed and we lap it all up gladly, now with legalized betting on everything from the number of games going to Deuce in a given tennis match, to the point spread in a given football game, and the number of homeruns a guy like Vladdy Guerrero Jr. is going to hit in a season.

There is so much money tied up in pro sport, even the tournament name itself is for sale. What is supposed to be the Canadian Open sold itself out long ago, and had to be referred to as the "Rothmans/Players/DuMaurier Open" then the "Rogers Cup" for a time and now is the "National Bank Open presented by Rogers" all to sop up more money for organizers.

 As I write this, the rain is coming down, dampening their monetary fortunes with rain delays, as if to help buttress their argument for the necessity of a roofed stadium. 

Aug. 3, 2026: A city worker scrubs grafitti left from protesters on access point to Jarry Park from neighbouring Parc St-Roch. The offending message: "TENNIS CANADA GUILTY"


Why not le Stade (the Olympic Stadium)?

With the Quebec government having just borrowed nearly a billion Canadian dollars to replace the Olympic Stadium roof a few kilometres away, and now set to borrow untold amounts more to renovate its Brutalist concrete interior, I hardly see the need to build a new indoor stadium for Tennis Canada's benefit, at the cost of public space and the public money Tennis Canada is already eyeing to help pay for it.

So Jarry Park being a municipal responsibility, a bunch of us Park Ex residents tried to make our voices heard at the monthly borough council meetings. I even sent in a question ahead of time via the City of Montreal's website tool. (Your question will be addressed by electronic response, I was told by the man holding closed the door to the borough office after the scant 50 maximum number of public residents had been allowed in, before even the start of the meeting). 

I left outraged. I wanted answers. I wanted access to my government officials. I was being shown the hand.

I later watched the online stream of the Q&A portion where it was clear our borough mayor and local councillor both had nothing but vague reassurances to other likewise concerned residents that their voices will be considered "among all the various" voices getting their ear. A later statement from the borough outlined that the city's Executive Committee (controlled by rival party Ensemble Montreal, and its leader, our recently elected first-time mayor, Soraya Martinez Ferrada) would have final say on whatever Tennis Canada and the city and those other interested parties, whoever they may be, shall do.

So much for people power eh? 

Martinez Ferrada, a former Justin Trudeau federal cabinet minister, seemed like a decent bet to a plurality of Montreal voters last November when she came to power at the end of a two-term city goverment run by grassroots party Projet Montreal and their bubbly-but-savvy leader (former Mayor Valerie Plante). Plante's popularity had waned considerably as the reality of her "Pink line" new subway route eventually proved as efforvescent as her personality. Her government also failed dismally at one of their signature goals: getting more social housing built to meet the growing needs of the citizenry. 

Her team passed legislation that looked like a surefire win, enforcing the building contractors to build not just premium new condo units, but a fixed percentage of decidedly affordable housing alongside. But these contractors didn't want to build any low-return-on-investment social housing when they knew they could get a higher return (that more than covers any fines for non-compliance) by cooling their heels just a few years, sitting on prime land that would only rise in value as housing costs surge. So that policy failed dismally.

Not all bike paths improve public safety 

And then there were the bike paths... Despite the platform she ran on, Martinez Ferrada hasn't moved with any speed to undo some of the more poorly thought-out bike paths engineered into our city network. I use them myself daily and I think some have greatly improved the city, while others are a result of over-reach and misguided designs, meant to secure cyclist safety, but unwittingly having the opposite effect on drivers and pedestrians. While I admit this is entirely anecdotal, I find the more the infrastructure favours the cyclist, the more brazen and careless the cycling. 

The bike path installed on Querbes Avenue two years ago was met with great local opposition, only to fall on deaf ears. With a dedicated path next to the sidewalk and parking spots on only one side, pushed out towards the middle of the road, they have created a space where people getting in and out of their cars (or clearing snow off of them) are now in much greater danger than before, while the cyclists gain what to me is a false sense of security, at intersections especially, where drivers making right turns are scarcely able to see the cyclists going straight through. This story from the CBC notes one such example as a newly dangerous intersection due to exactly this sort of over-engineering, at St-Denis and Gilford. All of this over-design was enthusiastically sold to the Plante government by the masterminds at Vélo-Québec, a local cycling lobby group that was central to the planning, former Park Ex city Councillor Mary Deros confirmed to me personally at the time.

The newly redesigned intersection at du Mont-Royal and de l'Esplanade. Note the black car at the far right, mistakenly turning left into the oncoming lane for car traffic (completely by happenstance and not staged!)

Another ridiculously over-engineered intersection is at du Mont-Royal and de l'Esplanade, where the difficult-to-follow markings for pedestrians, cyclists and cars (without any traffic lights, mind), intersect to create a space almost impossible to navigate for all, even when traffic is light.

It didn't always used to be this way. I have been a renter or homeowner in Montreal for pretty much my entire adult life. I recall the horrible snow clearing debacles of Mayors Doré and Bourque, when it didn't seem possible they could screw it up so fantastically (while Westmount roads got cleared with easy efficiency).

I recall Gerald Tremblay and his disastrous and scandalous water-meter project that died on the corrupt vine. Denis Coderre and his ill-advised concrete makeover of Parc Jean-Drapeau, the corrupt Michael Applebaum and before all of them, the decades of questionable city planning that left us with city blocks of mismatched industrial-residential-commercial oddities that to this day make little sense from an urban planning perspective.

The Helen Fotopulos example 

One bright spot remains (for me) as an example of how to get things done in a way that improves the city for residents and small business owners alike, from a quarter century ago. That was when Helen Fotopulos was in charge of the Plateau-Mile End borough (in the early days of the Tremblay years, when he had decentralized a great deal of decision-making to the boroughs - since undone - and before Applebaum's greed and grift had a chance to infect his administration).

When Fotopulos was borrough mayor, she listened to the citizens' concerns and pushed for a complete teardown of the concrete jungle of overpasses that made up the Pine-Park interchange at the time, hugely improving it for all (not just pedestrians and cyclists, but drivers!) with a much better, ground-level design governed by smart traffic lights and well-thought-out bike lanes that didn't hinder or endanger pedestrian, car or mass-transit throughput. It remains a safe and even fun route for many daily commuters, McGill students and tourists who had been rightly fearful of the highway-like design it replaced, near the entrance to Percival Molson Memorial Stadium, home of both the McGill Redmen and the CFL's Montreal Alouettes.

I got to watch Fotopulos and her team up close about that time, when she invited citizens and local small business owners (via pamphlets left at our doors) to a public consultation on the updating of Bernard Street, between Park Avenue and Saint-Laurent Blvd. Her team presented three detailed proposals to a group that counted in the few dozens, and then sat back and listened to our feedback. It was clear she was slightly discouraged that the plan she herself favoured didn't impress as much as another, which included the widened sidewalks at intersections (then a new concept), but preserved a few parking spaces important for local businesses. And to our delight, the people's choice won out, creating a very accomodating compromise that seems to be working well for everybody to this day. Now, the same widened sidewalks have been successfully added in hundreds of spots around the city.

So you take the good with the bad, but above all else: listen to the people. Open democratic tools, used sincerely and humbly, can work to help keep out the stupid and build great living spaces for generations to enjoy.

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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"

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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’!


Sunday, April 20, 2025

The Habs have a fast Lane

(With apologies to the great Tracy Chapman)


We got David Savard

Blocks lots of shots

With his Stanley Cup rings

But his body’s getting old for defendin’

Can’t keep up with the young new wingers

Need to find talented young blood on the blue line

Somebody’s got to take care of it

So Hughes and Gorton got to work

And that’s what they did


We had a Weber once

And a Danault and a Lehkonen and a Toffoli too

And a Covid-shortened season

And a window to a playoff run

But Price’s knees had a problem

And Weber’s foot was totally finished

Somebody had to replace them

But Bergy had no answers so he earned a pink slip


Cuz I remember when we were driving

Driving for that Cup

Won three big series

Felt like I was drunk

Beating Leafs, Jets and Knights 

Put them in the rearview mirror

And I had a feeling 25 would come

And I had a feeling we could beat anyone

Anyone


Now we got a fast Lane

Skates like the wind

And dekes like a demon

He ain’t too tall or beefy

But he really knows what it means to be scorin’


And we got a Demidov

A young new stud with ridiculous talent

And we got Caufield too

And Laine and Captain Suzuki too

These guys are all just blooming

Best years ahead and no foreseeable limits

And Anderson and Gally still here

Not to mention Armia and Evans 


Now we got a Wild Card

And we can take Washington

Just like the War of 1812

And a new White House that’s fit for burning


And I have a feeling 25 could come

And I have a feeling we can beat anyone

Anyone


GO HABS GO!


[Next year!]

Friday, December 06, 2019

30 years ago but never to be forgotten

Geneviève Bergeron (1968-1989)
Hélène Colgan (1966-1989)
Nathalie Croteau (1966-1989)
Barbara Daigneault (1967-1989)
Anne-Marie Edward (1968-1989)
Maud Haviernick (1960-1989)
Maryse Laganière (1964-1989)
Maryse Leclair (1966-1989)
Anne-Marie Lemay (1967-1989)
Sonia Pelletier (1961-1989)
Michèle Richard (1968-1989)
Annie St-Arneault (1966-1989)
Annie Turcotte (1969-1989)
Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz (1958-1989)


May they rest in eternal peace. And may they ever remind us of the need to eradicate violence against women, and indeed, hate in general.

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Saturday, February 02, 2019

The Hate -- Original Song #38

As we approach the sad 30th anniversary of a brutal hate crime that left a stain on my beautiful city, I find to my surprise this song of mine, written many years ago, absent from the history of this blog. No longer. RIP, Joe

Well you know something's been eating me
Concerns something that fell from your mouth last week
I heard you say, "He's one of those"
Made me think of a youth named Joe Rose

They killed him on a bus you see
Along with their humanity
And I doubt this song will change a thing
But maybe I'll feel better if I sing

I don't know why they hate so strong
But it just keeps going on

Rose's dad doesn't understand
He loved his son like any man
But the boy was gay so they hated him
In this city whose motto means live and let live
And it's wrong to think all bird are doves
But those who hate can also love
And if there's one thing I can't trust
It's when you separate folks into them and us

I don't know why they hate so strong
But it just keeps going on
I don't know why they hate so strong
But it just keeps going on
I don't know why they hate so strong
But it just keeps going on
I don't know why they hate so strong
But it's gone on far too long

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Monday, April 17, 2017

Amazing CHé

Amazing CHé
How sweet the sound
Of Habs fans leaving their seats

In the K, he was lost
But with the CH, was found
We give praise to Bergevin

'Twas Captain K that taught
The PP to click
Leko and BBQ, my fears relieved
How precious did that CHé appear
The OT I first believed

Through many Rangers, and Arrogant Fuckface
Our boys have already come
'Tis TFS that brought us play-offs thus far
And CJv2 will lead us CHome

Lord Stanley has promised a Cup to the team
That 16 playoff wins secures
It will the CH goal and passion be
As long as the game endures

When we've been there in 24 other years
Parades shining in the June sun
We've measured days left to ride TFS's saves
Boys, now, let's get it done

Amazing Shea
How sweet the sound
Of Rags getting soundly checked
For PFK, we had love
But now, BBQ and CHé
And the return of SuperPleXXX

Thursday, March 16, 2017

If Y(emelin) Should Fall From Grace with Claude (apologies to the Pogues)

If Y Should Fall from Grace with Claude
After being cleanly beaten
If Y’s muscled off the puck
And his passes fail completely

Let him sit Claude, let him sit Claude
Let Y sit up with the press where the hotdogs come with fries

This Cup was always ours 
Was the pride of Montrealers
It belongs to the Habs
Not to any of Buttman’s fuckers
It’s coming back here boys, coming back here boys!
Dump the Buttman in the south where the hockey fans run dry

Keep GCHuck at C
Let those Forum ghosts direct him
If he shoots from open ice
KidA or LB will deflect them
Into the goal boys, into the goal boys!
Win this town a twenty-fifth Cup
Where the Frenchmen used to fly

If Y Should Fall from Grace with Claude
After being cleanly beaten
Harley’s raring to go
And he passes pretty cleanly

Let him sit Claude, let him sit Claude
Let Y sit up with the press where the hotdogs come with fries


POGUE MAHONE!!!

GYFHG

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Winter's Coming (apologies to Arcade Fire and their Neighbourhoods #1 (Tunnels)

And if the snow buries my CH neighbourhood
And if Che is flying
Then he'll saucer a pass
From his stick blade to PatCHes
Yeah, a pass, from his stick blade to PatCHes

KidA has climbed out of the cellar
And skated up the middle
The middle of the ice
And since there's no one but the goalie around
He'll stay in the blue paint long
And forget how how he used to blow
And then his skin gets thicker
From spraying that goalie with snow

You changed all the lead
In that rebuilt hand
As the puck comes in
KidA shovels it right in

Then Julien tried to fix our PK
Cuz Price had forgotten the way to
The way to shut teams down
But somehow, TFS remembered his goalposts
And how to cover his five-hole
And his catlike trapper hand
Then, the D remembered how to skate strong
And how to cover the man

MB changed all the smurfs
Getting knocked around
As the trades came in
King and Thor came thundering

Purify the CHolours, beef up the 4th line
Purify the CHolours, put scorers in the top two lines
And spread the ashes of Arrogant Fuckface
Over this CHeart of mine!

GOHABSGO

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Friday, February 05, 2016

Stand Down Therrien (apologies to the English Beat)

I said I see no goals

I see only losses

I see no chance of a play-off tomorrow

So stand down eMTy

Stand down please

Stand down Therrien

I say stand down eMTy

Stand down please

Stand Therrien

You tell me how can it work

With this “process” of yours

All these chip-ins aren’t working,

We want a third goal scored

Stand down eMTy

Stand down please

Stand down Therrien

I sometimes wonder

If I'll ever get to say

Come with me my children

To the Stanley Cup parade

Our hopes seem desperate in your dump and chase plans

Would you give a second thought

Would you ever change the process, I doubt it

Stand down eMTy

Score!

Everybody shout it

Stand down eMTy!

DDD, cut his power play time

More gCHuck at Centre

We score

Score, score, score, score, score

Score, score, score, score, score

Score, score, score, score, score

Score, score, score, score, score

Score, score, score, score, score

Stand down please

Stand down EMTy

Stand down please

Stand down Therrien

I say stand down EMTy

Stand down please

Stand down Therrien

Stand down EMTy

Stand down please

Stand down Therrien

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Paint It, Red

But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!

Reports are the casserole protests continued tonight. Thousands marching up St-Laurent Blvd earlier this fine evening. Good for them. "That's the spirit," as my eight-year-old son likes to say.

You know, for months I was reluctant to get behind this particular student-led movement. It really left a bad taste in my mouth every time I heard about "striking" students thwarting others from attending classes. And like many others I spoke with, "strike" (or its french equivalent, "grève", rhymes with Bev) seemed a misnomer. If anything, these guys were boycotting their classes, or at the very least, "protesting". But calling it a strike seemed disingenuous.

I am however, a tolerant Canadian, so I did not quibble with them throwing bricks on subway tracks to get attention when the hardline Quebec Liberal government of Jean Charest refused to even meet with them and hear their grievances. It was not very becoming of Charest, but then again, he is a pompous ass, and when you knowingly elect a pompous ass, you have to expect to live with that devil you knew and know. He was, after all, merely a young pup when learning the tricks of the trade within Mulroney's cabinet.

But once he had had enough of these unwavering protesters, his pomposity grew to such outbound proportions with his Bill 78 that I knew in a heartbeat that rather than making a Swift, Decisive, Strong Leader decision, he had instead impetuously shat the provincial bed.

I look on it now as my Grinch moment. It awakened me.

There I was, hand cocked to ear, sitting atop Mount Crumpet with all the self-righteousness of the many people like me, feeling unlawfully hindered from wending our little ways through the workings of life to get to our woefully underpaid jobs. I was fully (gosh, naively) expecting to hear the mea culpas from CLASSE spokesperson Gabriel Nadeau-Dubois and the others. And like all those who'd poo-pooed the movement and quietly categorized them as uber-brats, I had expected them to back down and accept that they were about to be firmly screwed again. The way I got screwed. The way we all have been getting screwed by the untenable but nonetheless well-embraced mantra of neo-liberalism that doesn't know anything other than sucking every ounce of life from the 99.9% to feed the self-important point-0-one.

But this generation of students? Nuh-uh. They wouldn't - and won't - have any of it, even though Bill 78 meant these students had just had their whole semesters scuppered.

But just like the Whos in Whoville who had been robbed of all their worldly possessions, the "entitled" young buggers came right back out into the commons anyway. They came out in numbers much greater than what wept for Maurice Richard's passing, and they sang their protest song on Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012. Over a hundred thousand people marched in bold defiance of a law that so obviously contravenes our utmost rights (bestowed by the people to those that rule us, remember, not the other way around), even the dimmest of voters could not help but see it.

We all heard them; me from the 8th floor office on de Maisonneuve Blvd where I earn subsistence wages for an American company that constantly insists none of us may take a sick day without later furnishing a Doctor's note, never mind that it's against Quebec law to ask for that for absences of less than three days.

I went down to the street on my break and watched the marchers head down Peel Street. They were joyously defiant. They had all the violence of a John Lennon or Ghandi.

They were on the right side of history, I figured.

For what I had heretofore failed to see was that the tuition increase wasn't all they were protesting. The increase, or "Hausse" was more like the straw that broke the camel's back - the camel that the mass media was always looking beyond because it figured nobody cared so much about camels as about Kardashians. And if it's sad that they are right in that assumption, it's also true that they had a big hand in making it so.

I guess I didn't relate because my own experience in university was that tuition kept going up each year, but my parents (what foresight!) had been saving for me and my sister since we were tots to make sure we had money to get a degree. And they had expected it to be a lot more expensive than it turned out to be.

My first year at Concordia University was also the last year of a long-standing tuition fee freeze (1988), and my contract for a full year's study, including extra administrative costs, was all of $750. After that, there was books and living expenses of course. And I did my bit. I toiled unrewarded as a volunteer student journalist; I paid my way and switched to studying part-time once the $350-a-year increases kicked-in in 1989, working minimum wage at McDonald's - a real Flaherty job if ever there was one.

Since graduation, I have found the market for my writing, my reporting, indeed the sum of my skills learned within the two departments of Journalism and Communications, to be drier than a James Bond martini. The jobs just haven't been there, and when they were, I jumped at them, only to find myself jammed-up with numerous others, like the hammers of an old manual typewriter all struck at once, with none eventually hitting the ribbon, but left with no recourse save full retreat.

I am 43 years old, with two dependants and an ex-wife. I had to start over last year, grateful as hell to find employment that provides good family benefits and a measure of security (not maternity-leave replacement or fixed-term contract work, but permanent, full-time with vacation), despite the fact it pays less than I made twelve years ago as a McDonald's manager.

So if the greater message is that this society is just not providing opportunity for the average Joe and Josephine, yeah, I get it.

And as someone who is squarely in the red, living in a tiny apartment with no money to go on vacations and unable to set aside anything for my kids' education, let alone my own retirement (which I imagine won't come before I am 70, if not 67 - unlike the tsk-tsk-ing well-heeled Boomer generation that is so disgusted by all this protesting), you bet I get it. Even Arcade Fire and Mick Jagger get it.

So I am with you. Sorry I wasn't listening earlier. That's what happens when you're working for the clampdown. I always loved that song. Now I've lived it.

Not the way I'd hoped.

*Photo: thanks, Aly Neumann!