We seem to have entered Funnyland, as we sometimes do, in political life.
Mr. Wunderkind, Justin Trudeau, son of Pierre Trudeau, has made a bold statement that he has smoked dope, and somewhat recently.
No doubt this has confirmed his amazing currentness, and coolness. He is part of the new wave. He is the future. He is high.
But wait. He is also very responsible, and worthy of being prime minister because, while he was possibly getting blasted at a dinner party with some buddies, he only sucked on the spliff knowing that his children were safely somewhere else, or so he tells us.
For he carefully included in his revelation of his ganja coolness, that his kids were with their grandparents.
A fascinating admission of Trudeau, when you think about it, that he took pains to point out that the kids were not present when he pinched the joint passed to him by his buddy and brought it to his lips. (And then presumably, sucked back some THC, the active mind-altering ingredient in marijuana.)
Still, a variety of obvious questions arise.
First, if his dinner guests had passed him a joint, and the kids were sleeping upstairs, would he have refused? And if so, would his refusal have been because he knew he would have been too messed-up to be a responsible dad?
And by extension, does it follow that if his wife Sophie also took a drag, are we to conclude that there would have been two mentally altered parents in the house?
What is fascinating about Trudeau’s affirmation that his kids were not present, is that nobody asked him about where his kids were when he smoked up.
Trudeau made a big point of saying his kids weren’t present, while he was possibly getting mentally incoherent. It reeks, like dope, of a cover story. (i.e. “How can I appear majorly cool while at the same time not being seen as irresponsible?”)
Of course this is all just a silly distraction from real public policy issues. But our hope for political discussion about matters that concern most of us has now moved from dope to some kind of quasi-racism. For the Quebec’s government’s proposed Charter of Values seems to be simply that: discrimination.
So, in the interest of trying to engage in a somewhat more meaningful discussion, let’s just say this about the Quebec government’s enthusiasm for banning of religious symbols among its civil service: It doesn’t go far enough.
For the real enemy is sandals. Fact is that far too many people, Jesus lovers especially, wear sandals, and often on casual Fridays. Not to mention that on many other days, and certainly on beach days, our Island population is in love with sandal footwear. Which is clearly a testament (New and Old) to Christian affiliation.
Or more to the point, if we are to make a real condemnation of religious gear, we need to crush, completely, any use of sandals, and forever. For sandals are the ultimate symbol of Jesus foot-ware.
Which leaves us, sadly, with this realization: The great Canadian political discussions of the day seem to be about what you put on your feet and where your kids are while you are getting silly on drugs.
Wow. Funnyland, indeed.
Campbell Webster is a writer and producer of entertainment events. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org