Canada, Canada
It’s funny how time and circumstances can erode disappointments, over time. I’m sure that at one time I had hopes for career advancement which have largely become irrelevant, since having concluded that it’s better to be self-employed. I used to be disappointed in womanhood’s indifference to me, until I spent so long living on my own that I decided it’s just as well. Years ago, there was a time when I was fired up to move to one of the really big cities, but the post-9/11 security-state transformations of Washington and New York cooled a good deal of that ardor. And for years, now, I’ve cherished this little dream of bailing out on our afflicted nation to take up residence in Canada, but…
Lately, it seems like a concerted campaign is in progress to convince me that it wouldn’t be worth bothering.
The national government in Ottawa has been run by increasingly-American-ish Conservatives for years, now. And in my Canadian city-of-choice, Toronto, the current mayor is apparently a reactionary blowhard from the Bill O’Reilly school. Presumably these things will change, eventually, but the larger picture of Canada becoming a petrostate seems worryingly likely to be a long-term trend. (more…)