Today I would like to speak to those who have a large blue vein in their forehead.
The guys and girls who are always at the end of their chain and who keep yelling at politicians.
wait, stop yelping, two minutes, and look around?
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We are in Canada, here.
Not in Syria. In North Korea. In China. In Belarus. In Somali. Or in Turkmenistan.
Do you know how many people would like to switch places with you?
We are in paradise. One of the best places to live in the world.
In terms of GDP per capita, life expectancy, social safety net, absence of corruption, health, security.
And, yes, freedom.
Your sacrosanct freedom.
do you think you’ll calm down for a second and mop up the foam that comes out of your mouth in torrents?
YOUR BIG BOTTOM
Is everything perfect in Quebec?
Of course not.
Personally, I would like our language to be better protected and for Quebec to become a country.
But there is nothing that cannot be settled democratically.
The problem is that democracy, you do not care. When you have time to vote, you’d rather go buy another bag of Doritos than head to the polling station.
“It doesn’t work, they’re all crossers…”
What a great excuse to sit on your ass.
And come on, presto, another insulting email. And another sip of beer.
If everyone was as bad as you, we wouldn’t have employment insurance in 1940, the Labor Code in 1964, health insurance in 1969, or medical assistance in dying in 2020.
Here, I want to tell you about a masterful novel that I have just read: Professor of Desire (The Professor of Desire) by Philipe Roth.
A book about male-female relationships.
What does cell have to do with politics?
It’s the story of a guy who is always provided by hysterical, complicated women, and who always finds himself in intense, feverish, tormented love relationships.
And then, one day, he meets an “extraordinarily ordinary” woman, as he puts it.
Unite trippy woman. Funny. kindly. Balance.
At first, he finds her plate. He misses his previous life, which felt like a roller coaster ride.
And then, he realizes that this is happiness. It is quiet. It’s crystal clear. No highs too high or lows too low.
Why am I telling you this ?
Because you’re gonna think of me as the hero of Roth’s book.
Democracy is the most beautiful of systems, but you are incapable of realizing it.
You find it flat. Routine. It takes time, in a democracy, to change things, it’s a long-term job, you have to show self-sacrifice, patience.
You prefer revolutions, crises, riots. Play the heroes.
It’s so much more trippy!
In that sense, you’re like Roth’s character.
Immature. Childish. And condemned to go around in circles without ever accomplishing anything.