Category: General

Queen’s Park North, as you might expect, is immediately north of the Ontario Legislature. I live a fifteen-minute walk away and regard this oval-shaped haven as sacred ground. I revel in its splendour several times a week. The Weston family has donated $50 million toward its revitalization, a word that gives me the willies. This historic place, opened in 1860 in honour of Queen Victoria, was the first municipal park in Canada. There’s an equestrian statue of her son, Edward VII, on a giant pedestal. Part of my pleasure when I visit comes from viewing Bertie, as he was known,...

This federal election is like no other I’ve ever seen. First off, the NDP has become irrelevant. Their leader, Jagmeet Singh, is telling voters that Parliament works better when there’s a strong third party that can “hold the powerful to account.” That’s not exactly a slogan, more like a faint hope, but I guess that’s all he’s got.  Second, now that Mark Carney’s Liberals are in the lead with two weeks left to go, he keeps calling cabinet meetings and disappearing from the campaign trail for days at a time as if retreat is the safest bet. Third, the lying...

What’s all the fuss about Wayne Gretzky and how Canadians feel betrayed by his apparent preference for things American. In his birthplace of Brantford, Ont., they’re particularly up in arms after naming a parkway and a sports centre after him. Just because he moved away to California and seems to have forgotten his home and native land. Thousands of Canadians have moved to California annually for decades. Some have even become famous in movies: Jim Carrey, Michael J. Fox, William Shatner, Leslie Nielsen, Ryan Gosling, Donald Sutherland, and Christopher Plummer. There are also singers who come to mind such as...

Where does the love of reading come from? It begins with parents who read bedtime stories aloud and after a while encourage the young listener to do the reading. As early as six I also read more complicated comics like Our Boarding House and Walt Kelly’s Pogo. I still know the words for their annual Christmas carol, “Deck us all with Boston Charlie, Walla Walla Wash. and Kalamazoo.” At noon hour, I’d be home from school for lunch then listen on radio to Bing Whittaker and the “The Small Types Club.” I think his stories only lasted fifteen minutes and...

So Mark Carney has put all his holdings in a blind trust, as the law dictates for a prime minister. So what? The problem with blind trusts for rich people like Carney is that he knows what’s in it and the folks who supervise these things aren’t likely to change the contents very much. This issue matters in the case of Carney because I would assume that the value of his blind trust is something like $25 million. That’s got to be far more personal wealth than any previous Canadian PM. Some of that will be invested in bonds and...

Artificial Intelligence is ruining our lives. Everywhere you turn, someone is talking about it. Here’s a warning: don’t use the words in full, only the initials, AI, if you want to sound in tune with the times. The dictionary definition of AI is the ability of a machine to perform tasks usually carried out by humans such as learning, reasoning and problem-solving. I guess that means AI is of no help with other more mundane human tasks such as singing in the shower or making a BLT. AI now has so many enthusiasts that conference organizers have gotten into the...

When Mark Carney declared he was running for Liberal leader, I liked him. He certainly came with a potent resume. I voted for Justin Trudeau in 2015, the first time I had voted Liberal since 1968 when his father, Pierre, swept into office. I thought Carney had the potential to win the next federal election. I even toyed with the idea of voting Liberal once again. But during Carney’s first public appearance, Jon Stewart’s The Daily Show, Carney was so smarmy that I quit watching halfway through the twenty-minute interview. Ever since, whenever there’s a news clip of Carney, he...

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. If you don’t like bad news or pessimistic forecasting, read no further. I have nothing positive to say about the near-term future of the Canadian economy. Despite the homespun efforts of Canadians to buy Canadian products in grocery stores, I see only troubling signs for our economy that will almost certainly lead to a recession later this year. We may already be in one. Why do you think Ontario Premier Doug Ford called an election way before he needed to? Because he can collar another mandate before the economy tanks and he would...

I’ve been a fan of Elon Musk ever since I first read about him a few years ago in a book by Walter Isaacson. The author did his usual thorough job when he writes about a business leader like he did with Steve Jobs. I was amazed by Musk’s entrepreneurial brilliance in areas never tackled by others, at least not all at once. Just to remind, he invented and built the Tesla and soon was selling a million cars a year. He also launched SpaceX and sent dozens of rockets into space. There was even one occasion where a select...

Ontario Premier Doug Ford this week called an election for February 27 because he says he needs a mandate. I won’t say that statement is a lie. Instead, I will call it a terminological inexactitude, a phrase first used by Winston Churchill in a Commons speech in 1906. No, I won’t call it a lie despite the fact that Ford’s Progressive Conservative Party already has a mandate: 79 seats in a 124-seat Legislature. And his current mandate runs to March 2026. Why now? Could the timing of this election possibly have anything to do with the fact that I, along...

“April is the cruellest month.” So begins T.S. Eliot’s famous poem, “The Wasteland.” He goes on to say, “Winter kept us warm, covering/Earth in forgetful snow, feeding/A little life with dried tubers.” In 2025, winter is doing everything except keep us warm with temperatures hovering well below zero. Eons ago, when I was a lad, my father always corralled me to help if he were doing something around the house. Jobs in which I assisted included removing and hanging wallpaper, prepping walls and painting, replacing electric outlets, taking out the ashes from the coal-fired furnace, and once, making and pouring...

The race is on to replace Justin Trudeau as Prime Minister and leader of the Liberal Party. Who, even a few months ago, would have foreseen such a turn of events? But here we are, so let’s review what happened and then handicap the potential candidates. For the longest time, the uprising within the Liberal caucus seemed stuck at about twenty malcontents. Then, suddenly, a majority of the Liberal MPs from Atlantic Canada, followed by a similar number in each of Quebec and Ontario announced themselves unhappy with Trudeau. How the mighty had fallen. Even while Trudeau was jetting around...

At the beginning of the year, I made a 10-point “Fearless forecast.” Let’s see how well or otherwise I fared. 1. Justin Trudeau will remain leader of the Liberal Party. Pierre Poilievre’s 10-point lead will evaporate. No election will be caused or called. • Two out of three right. The Poilievre lead is now 20 points. 2. A recession as defined by two quarters of slow or no growth will occur. Previously compassionate Canadians will turn mean and blame immigrants for both the housing crisis and hard times. • A year too early on the first part. I believe a...

I recently went for a walk on the grounds of one of my favourite buildings, the Ontario Legislature, called the Pink Palace because of the colour of the sandstone. The architectural style, known as Richardson Romanesque, was also used in Toronto’s Old City Hall. Suddenly, I saw a jarring sight. The statue of Queen Victoria, sitting in her usual place to the right of the main entrance, was surrounded by a square of stakes tied together with yellow tape. Were the powers-that-be thinking about dismantling and taking down Queen Victoria? On the one hand, I understood their concern. Other statues...

While I’ve never been what you might call a fashionista, I’ve gone through a number of looks in my life. The closest I ever got to best-dressed in the Guelph neighbourhood where I grew up was when I was three. On Sundays I wore short pants, a jacket and a hat called a peanut scoop. In fact, my mother thought I looked so good she took me to a photographer. The result was a smiling face with elbows and hands artistically twisted as if I were tied up. Clothing also brought me trouble as a lad. A bunch of us...