It’s perfectly understandable that the national news media has focused so much attention on the plight of the newly elected NDP member of Parliament from a largely francophone riding in Quebec who spent part of the election campaign in Las Vegas, can’t speak French fluently, never set foot in the riding, and so on, and on, and on . . . Continue reading
I was going to start off here by doing the gracious thing after the federal election and congratulate newly re-elected Bruce-Grey-Owen Sound Conservative MP Larry Miller on his victory. To win re-election by such a wide margin must be, one would think, a “humbling” experience in the way politicians use that word in the aftermath of a successful election campaign. (Chances are they’re anything but humbled.)
But I have just read the Honourable Member’s letter to the editor in Wednesday’s issue of this newspaper and I no longer feel like offering him congratulations; instead, I will criticize him for what strikes me as ill-timed arrogance and a shocking lack of appreciation of basic democratic principles for one now entering his fourth term as an elected representative of the people. Continue reading
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then someone in the Larry Miller re-election campaign might want to hurry on over to Shallow Lake, take a photo, and send it off to Conservative Party of Canada election campaign national headquarters as a striking illustration of just how well things appear to be going for the Conservatives in this part of rural Ontario: it’s just one Miller/Conservative sign after another, just like it was in the last federal campaign. Continue reading
There is a God. Just when it looked like a sufficient number of Canadian voters – albeit maybe only a little more than 40 percent of them – were getting ready to give Stephen Harper and his Conservatives the majority he so badly wants and, thus, a virtual one-man, “Harper Government” dictatorship for at least four years, fate and the Great Minds running his campaign have managed to shoot themselves in the foot. Continue reading
The Meeting Place in Wiarton was packed this past Wednesday evening for the first all-candidates’ meeting for the South Bruce Peninsula municipal election in a month. There must have been at least 200 people in what used to be better known as The Propeller Club, a name that hearkened back to the days when Wiarton was the home port of many a Great Lakes steamer, and many a mariner, including some who never made it home again but fell victim to turbulent winds and waters. Continue reading
This is the latest in my “It boggles the mind” series. I’d like to give the federal Conservatives a break, I really would. There are other things to write about, and I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’ve got some insatiable bone to pick with these guys, from our Own Bruce-Grey-Owen Sound MP Larry Miller to Prime Minister Stephen Harper in Ottawa. Continue reading
So, the battle lines are being drawn finally for a federal election, either this fall or next spring. In a speech in Whitehorse this week, and recently in Ajax, Prime Minister Stephen Harper told Conservative party faithful Canadian voters face a “stark choice” between a stable Conservative majority government, and a coalition government of the Liberals, NDP and the separatist Bloc Quebecois. Continue reading
As of mid-week the latest poll suggested the Conservatives under Prime Minister Stephen Harper had already bounced back from two earlier polls that had them in a “statistical” tie with the Liberals under Michael Ignatief. Continue reading
If you live in a rural area, as many of us in this area do, you’ll maybe know the old saying, “the (insert name fruit or vegetable here) want picking.” Well, I’ve got rows of beans that “want picking,” and hundreds of pounds of potatoes virtually crying out from underground to, “please, please, please dig us up soon or heaven knows what we’ll do.” Continue reading
There’s a tall, mature maple tree about 100 metres off to one side and behind the house here at Hope Ness.
Underneath it is a large area of rough ground covered with wild grass and underbrush, and a thin layer of soil and moss. Only by venturing in, pushing aside the many small branches, would you discover the old rock pile. We started digging there for rocks last week to make a border for the new flower garden beside the house and discovered buried treasure.
I wonder if it takes a certain inclination of mind, and even spirit, to see what interesting things rocks are, each one in its own way. Did the Greigs and the Butcharts, the pioneer homestead families that cleared this land many years ago, stop as we did to marvel at the different patterns and textures? Continue reading