I often Dream and this morning I Dreamed about a Canada with a very frightening future. This did not seem familiar to me and before long I recognized it as not my own, but Stephen Harper's.
A Canada in which Women struggled to regain lost Rights they had previously and very recently enjoyed. A Canada where women still worked for less, had no ownership of their own reproductive rights and were not safe in the streets or in their own homes.
A Canada in which firearms were revered and where nearly anyone could find a gun whenever they wanted one. Unlocked and Loaded, they seemed to be everywhere.
A Canada with a Degraded and Dangerous Environment, where smog alerts and Emphysema were the Norm.
A Canada scarred and brutalized by a Governement who had decided that clean water, clean air, good health and a stable climate was not as important as the Oil Economy.
A Canada in which all Canadians did not have equal rights and were not equally valued as Citizens. A Canada where Canadians had to fight their own Government to get their rights.
A Canada where many had to defend the Authenticity of their Papers, or be Restrained with strange Sci-fi Stun-guns for their 'own' protection.
When I finally woke up, I slowly realised that Istill live in a Canada where Stephen Harper had not yet been given the keys to the Cupboard. By that I mean, of course that he still has not been given his precious majority. There were I thought' "already a few cookies and some of the silver missing from said cupboard".
Smiling, I ate my breakfast and wated for the news of the Day to Roll in. I was Hoping to see if the Great mind of John Baird or the sharp wit of Jim flaherty or the huge number of Pictures of Our Great Leader, that I knew I would see could lull me back to sleep and back to that strange, frightening Dream.
But No! I am still wide awake, drinking a "Double-Double" and am in no hurry to Dream again. And I must say that I feel strangely refreshed, and hopeful even though I still have Zero Confidence in Stephen Harper's Dreams of Canada. I am hopeful that even if it is his dreams that come true instead of mine I will have done all that one insignificant man can do to wake this country.
My Dream for Canada is written down the Left side of this page. Personally I feel it is Much less nightmarish than the one above.
I know that the world is far from perfect but in a perfect world a man could get the things he really wanted, not only in Dreams but while living the hours between them. In a perfect world there would be no need of prisons, or guns.
Again, I reaslise that the world is far from perfect, but a man at least can still Dream.............
|Don't let the hair fool ya. He's no "Einstein"|