Recently, I
watched a movie in which there was a scene involving the owner of a comedy club
announcing that he was going to hear a political opponent speak. When asked
why, he responded, “I’m not supporting him, for God’s sake. I need new
material.”
When I
heard that federal NDP leader Tom Mulcair was going to be speaking in Winnipeg, I became the
owner of that comedy club. What better opportunity for writing fodder could I
ask for?
For those
that don’t know me, my political views vary significantly from those of the
NDP. Stephen Harper is too much of a leftist for my tastes. I’ve ridiculed MP
Steven Fletcher personally on the Conservative government’s wasteful spending.
So I bundled
up and made the multi-mile walk to the Sir John Franklin Community Center,
where Mulcair was to speak this morning.
Or so I
thought.
The parking
lot was less than half full and the place was less than a beehive of activity.
More people did show up a little later, but I was shocked that an appearance of
the federal Leader of the Opposition could barely fill a small hall like this.
To paraphrase Jim Carr from the classic movie Slap Shot, good seats were still available.
When I
walked in, organizers were asking people to sign a register. There was a spot
for name, “adress”, telephone number and email address. I declined to give my
“adress”, though I did point out the spelling error. The person at the counter
seemed less than interested. Oh well.
I sat down, pulled out my camera and notepad and waited for the fun to begin.
I sat down, pulled out my camera and notepad and waited for the fun to begin.
I looked
around at the eclectic collection of attendees. There were a large number of
starry-eyed 20-somethings, a few seniors and a scruffy-looking older gentleman
who looked like he had just crawled out of a BFI dumpster. Wolseley in a
microcosm.
Needless to
say, I didn’t brag about my membership in the Conservative party among this
group.
Master of
Ceremonies Rebecca Blaikie then called the meeting to order.
The first
speaker was Pat Martin, the outspoken honorable member for Winnipeg Center.
Perhaps he
read it. Or not. Agree or disagree with his views, when you think Pat Martin,
“civility” is not the first word that comes to mind. His behavior in and out of
the House of Commons gives politicians across the spectrum a bad name.
Moving on,
the keynote speaker was introduced.
And what a
model it is. We’re drowning in debt and the only reason our heads are above
water is the same federal government that Mulcair kept hammering during his
speech. 40% of Manitoba’s revenues come from
the federal government, compared to 18% for Saskatchewan, a province Manitobans once
made fun of. Now we’re the butt of their jokes.
Mulcair
failed to mention this in his speech as well as the fact that Saskatchewan’s economic boom has coincided
with the removal of its NDP government.
It wouldn’t
be an officially-sanctioned NDP speech without wailing on bank profits. Mulcair obliged. As the crowd applauded, I wondered how many of them were
invested in bank stocks.
Mulcair took
the opportunity to praise the public insurance model in Manitoba.
A fan of
Manitoba Public Insurance either doesn’t live here or hasn’t been involved in
an auto accident yet. Perhaps Mulcair should check out www.mpisucks.com to find out what
Manitobans really think of their public insurance system before his next visit.
Extolling the virtues of MPI is not going to win him any new friends in this
part of the world.
Manitoba
Public Insurance has shown the ability to absorb endless numbers of bureaucrats
and create jobs. Their premiums may be low, but so is the coverage you get. And
if you don’t like it, go to another insurance company. Oh right, you can’t.
I, for one,
have never let the constant barrage of left-wing propaganda from media outlets
like the CBC and the Winnipeg Free Press
stop me from casting a ballot.
As he spoke,
he seemed deeply offended that his party does not have a monopoly on the
mainstream media. Such tolerance, indeed.
People
often bristle when I jokingly refer to the NDP as the Communist party. Yet it
was Mulcair himself who openly used the term “comrades” to describe his
supporters in the room. If the shoe fits.
After
Mulcair left, so did I. The rest of the attendees gathered around to discuss
various issues pertaining to their party. Perhaps I could have picked up some
more fodder, but I got my fill for the day. It was a worthwhile trip.
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