On Monday we had a snap federal election. Our fearless leader, Justin Trudeau, thought that his popularity could secure him a majority government, so he called for a quickie. “I have to do it fast,” he thought, “before I act like a bonehead again and people change their minds!”
Justin Trudeau
Actually, I don’t blame him for wanting a majority. That way, he can move more easily to carry out his government’s platform without deferring to the other parties. Any other leader would have, at the very least, thought about doing exactly the same. I believe that most would have seized the opportunity.
But two things really irritated me. The first is that he wouldn’t admit to the simple fact that a majority would have made governing a whole lot easier, and the second is that he went ahead with the election despite Canadians’ express desire that he not do so, and especially not with the pandemic still going on. Given that he had two more years left in his mandate, there was absolutely no need to put us through it, including having to pay for the costs of it.
So we slapped his hands, and deservedly so. We gifted him with his very own version of Bill Murray’s Groundhog Day in the form of another minority.
Trudeau and one of his children.
The new seat distribution in Parliament is almost identical to that of the 2019 election. There was little movement at all, although there may be some slight adjustments given that mail-ins are still being counted.
The cold hard fact is that the public has spoken, and we want a minority government. We are not going to turn over the shop to one party. In the end, we don’t trust any of them enough to do that. We have given them their marching orders: an expectation that the parties will work together to represent all of us and will stop trying to do what’s in their best interests instead of ours.
Good. They need to pay attention and go to work. All of them.
I took a long walk today along one of the shores of Great Slave Lake. There was a very fresh breeze blowing and it was a comfortable temperature, but I could see the autumn weather on the lake’s horizon.
And there was something very fall-like in the air; the smell of the wind, the changes in the foliage, the angle of the sun.
When I came across a couple of very fresh black bear footprints, I decided to walk efficiently back to my truck – I didn’t stop to take a photo of them.
Autumn is coming, but if the bears are still about we may have a while to go yet.
I am heading to the Northwest Territories, leaving behind my beautiful but smoky Okanagan Valley; we are presently socked in by smoke from a huge fire to the north of us.
Sign, sign Everywhere a sign Blockin’ out the scenery Breakin’ my mind Do this, don’t do that Can’t you read the sign?
~ Five Man Electrical Band
We certainly love our signs. They tell us how to think, act and talk and what to do or not do. Some are good, some aren’t. I’ve sometimes thought that we really shouldn’t need so many signs.
This serious sign collection is definitely blocking out the scenery, but with our terribly dry conditions and a major out-of-control fire just 10 km away, do we need the reminder about not starting fires or smoking? People will do what they are determined to do, I guess, but at least the city can feel that it has done its best to warn people.
My favourite walking trail occupies a former rail corridor that was turned into a terrific path after it was abandoned by Canadian Pacific Railway when the line began losing money. This trail is now known as the KVR trail, short for Kettle Valley Railway Trail.
Stopping for a coffee sip.
There is a very gentle grade as the trail climbs above the valley, and the views at the top are amazing.
The view from above.
The trial encompasses hundreds of kilometres and is extremely popular with hikers and cyclists. Overnighting is permitted in certain areas if you plan to do a long trip.
Vineyards and orchards …
We have done most of the distance between Penticton and Kelowna (76 km) but only in chunks. We are planning to do all of it in the future as a three-day trip.