Canada is part of a scary international experiment. If I call it “quantitative easing” you might pass out or flee. But I bet “governments printing money like there’s no tomorrow” gets your attention.
For Christians Easter Sunday is an eerie pause between Good Friday’s tumult and the even greater upheaval of Easter Monday, so quiet, C.S. Lewis says in the Narnia Chronicles, “you feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.” For non-Christians it’s a chance to hunt coloured eggs and wonder idly whether trading a cosmic message of redemption for a bunny made of bad-tasting chocolate was quite the deal it seemed at the time. And whether there isn’t something to be said for the occasional unnaturally quiet day.
[Correction: This column contains a stupid mistake. Christians of course believe the Resurrection occurred on Sunday not Monday. Mea culpa.]
Oh, here’s a surprise. A press release tells me “Minister Clement Concludes Successful Trip to Washington”. You don’t say.
Once again “budget day caused a huge hoo hah in Ottawa that left the rest of the country cold. But once again it did not produce a budget.
If you believe in the rule of law it is painful to contemplate how the Canadian government broke its solemn 1870 promise to give land to Métis children in Manitoba. And almost as painful to read the Supreme Court’s effort in Manitoba Métis Federation v Canada to apply an incomprehensibly cosmic remedy to that injustice.
People seem astounded the new pope is not a sexual liberal. What, were they expecting Austin Powers I?