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Break The end of the world is Bas St-Laurent

Plato lived there twenty-four centuries in what is today the Greek republic. Ibn Rushd (known here under the name of Averroes) lived in the 12th century in what is now Spain. By virtue of where they were born, both are now European citizens but one is presented as one of the founders of Western civilization while the other is considered a foreigner. Yet it is impossible to establish a definition of Europe that would exclude and include Plato Averroes.

The argument, presented in an article which I forget title and author (but you should read it, it was very very good), aimed to show how the definition of Europe used to deny the entry of Turkey into the EU is artificial. But I think it demonstrates also something we do not teach in school: The historical discontinuity between antiquity and the Renaissance, the fact that these two historical moments have occurred in two different civilizations. Aristotle is more European than Middle Eastern. Socrates coasting sailors from Egypt and Asia Minor, but would never have agreed to define its own civilization as including the territories which are Today England and Scandinavia (land of barbarians!). The Renaissance was not the revival of an ancient civilization, but the birth of a new civilization. * * *



I finally saw The Dark Ages the other day. I could do a detailed critique, but I only succeeded in reproducing the bulk of the film, namely a long litany of chialage which deserves to be shorter. This is particularly disappointing that the focus and intelligence that Denys Arcand devoted to history has always impressed me.

But Arcand's trilogy falls completely within the panel ethnocentric who claims ownership of Western Greco-Roman as a CEO calls for severance pay. And, built on such foundations wrong, the film can only end on a solution just as wrong.

In The Dark Ages , the character of Marc Labreche is overwhelmed by the dehumanization of a bureaucratic society and obsessions mégalomano-materialist that sustain outperformance of his wife (best realtor, "category second ring" in Canada). He finally found a form of balance in the voluntary simplicity and rejection of fantasies that require it media. Clearly, he lands in the Lower St. Lawrence and began to peel apples for a lady who could be an owner of an inn or the guru of a sect. The message is clear: The rule of St. Benedict, who will save us, it is in the monasteries that civilization will be preserved through the Dark Ages who starts.

The problem is that if we, the contemporary West-collapse, we will never be reborn. If an age of darkness settles on our civilization, those who will be the first craft will be those who will be removed from the world (like the character of Marc Labreche) rather than trying to pick a renaissance in drinking from different cultural sources.

With that, Merry Christmas Live the Lower St. Lawrence, where I peeled apples until the end of the world.

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Bye bye Maos

One winter morning in the mid-'90s, I went with a few dozen of my fellow college students on a bus to Quebec City. We would protest against any increase in tuition, and for the opportunity I had been careful to bring a copy of Little Red Book of Mao Zedong (Chinese leader compared, according to legend, in a work session in the local university to another great Chinese leader in parallel fate surprisingly, Mao Zedong, m'enfin's another story).

I was a bit annoyed: I would have to brandish said Little Red Book by hiding some of the coverage, the end where the label was affixed to the library. You see how capitalism corrupts: I was ashamed of not owning my own copy.

Anyway, I did not have to hide the Dewey Grand helmsman in the eyes of a baton in the pay of Capitalism as we never come to Quebec. Somewhere on the 20, a storm came up and, well, you know, insurance, the discomfort of being stranded in a snowbank, the price of a tow truck strong enough to extricate a luxury coach, was worth better not take chances. Shit on the revolution, we returned home tranquilos.

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is a combination of circumstances that allowed the spirit of the '60s to attack me from all sides for a week or two. Seen I'm Not There , a really extraordinary film (and accessible even if your education Dylanesque boils, like mine, to be awakened every Sunday morning from your teen by father who fucks Blonde on Blonde in the carpet on the family stereo). Stumbled upon the album Rejoicing in the Hands of Devandra Banhart (who succeeded the first recording of odor in mp3 format, in this case the smell of patchouli). Seen Common , a documentary about a, er, social experiment (naked naked naked, no stockings) in northern California which I retain a profound life lessons (eg living surrounded by goats is damn coolest live surrounded by doctoral students in history). And I'd be lying if I stated do not be jealous.

Jealous lucky that my parents' generation had to feel on the edge of a historic change enough to resolve any fundamental social problems, a revolution which would benefit particularly as they are implicated. Otherwise the chance to become heroes, at least people finally liberated from, well, just about everything he could to denigrate the society in which they grew up, authority, the burden of having to work , the old rules of sexual behavior and music by Tino Rossi (the latter two elements are also more directly related as we think - the horror, the unspeakable horror). Jealous of those who could go on Psychotropic the bamboula for a year or two and come back as if nothing had happened, courtesy of a departmental program of any kind, in time to take the elevator to the top of the pay scale .

But hey, if you really insist for a small dose of bad faith, I can always add that jealous, I should perhaps not be. The days around us have a little more savvy than the NIR. Gone are the nice straight line that separated the good from the bad guys, one side leading to a brighter future, the other side towards the reactionary whose existence alone explained why those tomorrows had not yet arrived.

Today, we of course entitled to a dirty pile of problems, but especially (and this is the perverse charm of our time) with no easy solution. The U.S. military is trying to dissuade the president to go to war. The ADQ has reinvented the right-wing nationalism in Quebec. The capitalist machine that swallows everyone in its path is a country that claims of communist teachings of Mao Zedong and Mao Zedong (but still allows the diffusion of Little Red pdf for gratos). It is a time ie, that requires thinking and allows us to express original opinions without being accused of being a damned reactionary-who-plays-of-Tino Rossi.

And let's be honest, it's also a time that allows her to spend the afternoon on the Nintendo when the storm prevented the bus to go to the event.

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Bing bang, Yale in your ears with two strokes of ladle

Historians are like Pavlov's dogs, when it sees a historical phenomenon bing bang it spit an explanation in two shots spoon. And if ever a rival in the profession has already given the same explanation, no problem, bing bang they'll prove the contrary in less time than it takes to write a doctoral thesis (well, okay, it takes a little time but the result remains the same).

Listing analyzable historical phenomenon: The world will know nothing. Or, in more academic, the penetration rate of university-level education in the general population has been relatively limited.

historical phenomenon bonus: Bev Oda is an exception, since it can measure the satisfaction of Afghans with the services of the Canadian army as best we survey Opinion conducted with Afghans in question .

I am a historian, I'm like a Pavlov's dog when I see a historical phenomenon bing bang I spit an explanation in two shots spoon. I will return to the bonus question, but what is the world who know nothing about, the answer is simple: those who did not know much about academics, it is those who have no university education. And several reasons can prevent access to university education, the most important probably being the financial strain of three years or more to pay tuition rather than receiving wages. To the son of a boss is on holiday, the daughter of the restaurant's customers sweats worse. A di da di vla, vla dlom di di ...

(OK, digress here to tell you the truth (to change): I am a convert. I was once a fan of Macintosh products finished, I was part of the Apple club in my area before the Internet does succeeds, and, more generally, I believe to be superior to the rest of humanity. One day, something terrible happened to me (like I'm tired of being taken for a fool) I 'm converted to the dark side and I denied my past (except the conviction that higher than the rest of humanity suddenly increased). And like any good convert, I became a radical opponent of my old faith. End of digression, which appears here as to why I despise iTunes.)

Now therefore I despise iTunes, but there is "iTunes U". iTunes U is a series of university courses (and not anything: Stanford, MIT, Yale, brief the cream) available as audio or video podcasts. Yup, direct access to course content, as if you attend in person. And the number of courses offered podcasts is growing exponentially each semester. The only catch is that you must install the iTunes software on his computer. But otherwise, everything is free. Everything is free when one has the devil on his side.

And we're back in Ancient Times - in what the ancients had time nobler, when education was done in public and joined the group of students who wanted to. Yep, it is now possible to take classes at Berkeley for free, which is still relatively cheap.

And if it does not increase exponentially just as the penetration rate of university-level education in the general population, evidence of Pavlov's dog, although we find an alternative explanation.

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Oh, and for the bonus question is just as easy to explain. There are two possibilities: Either Bev Oda is a Jos Binns, who presented a brief to the Bouchard-Taylor , or gnomes are equipped with extra-sensory perception.

You see that I deserve my doctorate.

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Passion administration

"I am passionate about the administration"

OK, I see you smile. And if you do not smile, you should. "I am passionate about the administration" is the kind of thing one says to convince oneself rather that his interlocutor, the kind of desperate attempt to make believe that the money was not the only factor that led you to MBA Remember this campaign trying to convince us that it really cool to be a chartered accountant? Yeah, "passion". And precisely the same kind of passion that will soon be the only one I have left to Quebec politics.

all started with an observation of genius. Genius is Chantal Hebert, a political analyst who proves he can sometimes be legitimate, even natural to admire a political analyst. His observation may seem banal, but it has this quality that is among the most brilliant minds, the ability to make precise an impression that many people had no power to put your finger on it: The Quebec policy is less less aligned with the axis-federalist sovereignty, and more on the left-right axis. Simple observation, simple observation of reorganization of the debate, but a reorganization that tore my heart.

OK, you were wise, you deserve a cube or two of autobiography, do not say that I do not spoil you: I grew up in a den of separatists. My parents are former members of the NIR, people who gleefully spat on the beauties of the bourgeoisie Westmountoise and jewels of the British Empire, activists eager to remove their children Our Rockies. Has it even say that some of their friends were arrested for terrorist sympathies during this wave of justice that was the martial law in October 1970. And me, well, it's psychological, I somehow pushed the same tack, saying my immoral colors by becoming a member of the Parti Quebecois at 17. Séparatissssssssssss. The horror.

Now then growing up in an environment like this, politics has always for me was the scene in which would live or die a project, a goal, that of finally being able to say that my country is Quebec and nothing else. The policy was a path toward sovereignty, first and foremost.

That's when we go somewhere. But the reorganization of which I spoke earlier, it compacts the project towards the margin, giving way to two trends, the left (poor multi-offender, you're a victim who asks for help) and right (let die BS, it serves them). The project (which can be realized or not) disappears in favor of the trend (which can be done more or less), Utopia in favor of the administration. This is a point on the horizon that vanishes at a point where sparkled all sorts of fantasies of world best (whether realistic or not), a purpose for which it was especially nice to ignite .

But, hey, it's time to sink in realism. Calling all fans of Quebec politics: it's time to develop your passion for the administration.




* * * By the way, fans of gender, become superheroes too. Take a ride on recruitment site of Chartered Accountants Quebec and when you hear the music groovy tickle your ears, see the section "Do you have what it takes?" (4th button). You will ask about your relationship with grass clippings and video games if you're a boy or babysitting if you're a girl.

And if you're asexual, "do you measure their [third] quiz. By giving the answers that you define someone as lazy, afflicted with cretinism and fundamentally dishonest, even when you invite to join the business world.

Well, as we have the passion ...

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I am entitled to my opinion is correct bin

If there is a little saliva running down my chin, is that I am paid Loft Story three times in the last week. My first three times. Say what you want, I think I saw the future of television news: No need to improvise news about events that may occur at any time, two miles station or in a village at the end of a row, or does not happen then. With Loft Story, everything happens in the studio, everything happens when it is to happen, and it uses the same technology, the same techniques, even the same staff to produce this show than any other news program. If you believe in evolution, the beast that I see is a life form better adapted to its environment that Téléjournal. That's my opinion.

If you believe in evolution, you should see the TQS network in an organization that is evolving to be better adapted to its environment. Like the first multicellular organisms were both a combination of unicellular organisms and a subsequent step in the evolution from these, media companies have both a collection of individuals but also a form of organization Life of a complexity greater than that of individuals. You think what you're thinking, I mean what I think, not obliged to agree with me.

The evolutionary advantage, we can get it by being better adapted to its environment, or while being more efficient to adapt his environment to himself. The beaver that has the best chance of survival is one that is more efficient to build a dam. Similarly, the media company that will survive and succeed best is that which will make the most of the public audience. I'm like that myself, I say things as they are.

In fact, if Quebecor TQS succeeded in passing a law that would require every Quebecer can either play Big Brother or serve in Afghanistan, this would demonstrate its adaptive capacity, proof that the theory of evolution is a theory that makes sense. No no, I say the truth as I see it, I'm the same, not trying to change me.

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Say thank you The young

But then there is a small band of bearded leftists who show the UQAM to prevent tuition increases. OK, "small band of bearded leftists", you say that old fart that I am now going to to spit on our beautiful youth.

Well no. I'm for that, youth - it is not because I lost mine in a dusty library corner it gives me a reason to be cons. Worse yet, I'm rather sympathetic to their claims. In fact, their problems come from the same source as mine: It's the same underfunding of the university system that grows with an increase in tuition and pushes me to stay in the U.S. because it does There is no job for me in Quebec (I am a brain drain, and it runs more towards the right). As long as there are no resources to share, we remain victims of the executioner. After, I hope that the university authorities put their priorities in the right place for me to pick up the Motton.

Except me, you know me, I do not really like to agree with people - even temporarily. And luckily I managed to find something that bothers me in the speech of students at UQAM. Flashback

two generations. Two of my grandparents growing up in rural families huge, forced to leave school before high school for economic reasons. Nothing very original for its time, the only tragedy personal and resigned two brilliant, hardworking, which would have gone to university with great enthusiasm and success only if the system in which they were born had made this possible. But no, go work at the workshop, help your mother to keep house, otherwise the whole family will collapse under its own weight. Small tragedies like there were millions of others in Quebec, then, and as there are billions of others around the world.

Fast-forward seventy years. Quebec has become the place in North America, where university education is more affordable. A university McGill, United States, would impose fees of $ 20,000 per year. Here is ten times less.

I do not think we should necessarily take the American university system as an example, even if he is the best in the world in terms of academic level. Still. You still have to see the extraordinary opportunity we have, the extraordinary gift that Quebec society has given itself. And this is where I have my little irritation. Yes, the proposed increase in tuition fees will make life even harder for people to university are already in financial precarious. But these same people around the world or in the generation of my grandparents would never have dared imagine having access to university education.

What I am talking about is a sense of responsibility. Simple respect for those who do not have our chance. Quebec should be, by far the most educated society in North America. Quebec university students should have the gratitude tattooed on the forehead and work like crazy to enjoy the gift that makes them the system.

But a gift is a gift. It is always cheaper when we gave it. What makes me mad, in fact, is that the quality of student work Quebecois would probably increase if we increased tuition. At $ 20,000 per year, it would become much harder to say bah, you know, is not there if I pass that course, well I'm gonna get another, should not derail, there there, just not super chus motivated, it's not my fault ...

OK, green light, you can now start calling me a fascist. But I have nothing against the claims of the small bearded leftists. I just kind of feel that gratitude motivates them as radically as the strike for the rest of the school year.

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A Season in the life of Quebecers

A specter is haunting Quebec: The spectrum of Hérouxville. All the little souls of the ADQ to Françoise David, have united in a holy alliance to track down accommodation unreasonable and safeguard the fundamental values of Quebec. It has different opinions, but all agree to refer the statement of "Standards of living" of Hérouxville-with its strict ban on stoning and burning women with acid in the territory of the municipality, as the genesis of this discussion.

Like many genes, the original text of the document is far from what has become the debate. Not only because the text itself has changed (the references to stoning and acid are missing - there 'are those who are afraid of nothing), but also because we have almost forgotten that its purpose One was to explain what life in Quebec. Appallingly clumsy attempt to explain, certainly (unless, for you, be Quebecers boils down to boys and girls who bathe together in public swimming pools and an array of block that includes "beef, chicken, lamb, pork, etc.. "), but attempt nonetheless.

In a normal country, this kind of attempt to define collective (immediately followed by a virulent critic) would largely responsible for a certain literary elite, a group of political writers to VS Naipaul, Toni Morrison or Orhan Pamuk. But Quebec is not a normal country. It is a country with relatively little history and even less literature . When I explain to foreign friends that the Quebec writers stay away from political issues, most think I am crazy about their mouths. If only ... Okay, it is excusable for Quebec not to have the caliber of Nobel Prize-winning writer Naipaul, Morrison Pamuk (whatever that really should not read Pamuk to give him a Nobel Prize). But none of our writers is trying to become pregnant, it is frankly pathetic.

Anyways, if this is not your first visit to this blog, you know I have all the answers. No exception in this case. I found the text that kills, one we should read to immigrants to explain what happens in our home rather than to impose the ravings of a bunch of councilors frightened by the Arab religion. And so the next time imposed by the Immigration-Québec will ... [Drumroll] A Season in the Life of Emmanuel , Marie-Claire Blais.

Yes, we teach what this band excisers of lapidoptères, opponents of the coexistence of healthy men and women on the slopes skiing, explain to them what has made our people. Tell them what is good, the families of 16 children, the bitter hatred that crosses generations, resignation to a life as dull sky with a canvas Lemieux, the Catholic Church which the embalmed cadavers, the intimacy that always turns into rape and death that creeps under the door of the kitchen with the winter wind.

And sleep well, I can confirm that Hérouxvillains had reason: A Season in the Life of Emmanuel contains absolutely no invitation to burn women with acid.

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Truth comes from the mouth of Jos Binne

If I were banished to a desert island and that allowed me to bring one thing, I would choose the Bouchard-Taylor. A commission, two commissioners, over one hundred submissions. That's enough entertainment to last me the rest of my life. It is also an inexhaustible source of knowledge, a source that I really needed to nourish myself. And

force nourish myself, I finally reached the ultimate stage of wisdom, I discovered where the truth resides. Truth lives in Quebec. In fact, she stays in the brain of Jos Binne I've seen involving the Commission, in an isolated wetland that promotes germination. The Jos

Binne they worry about this symbol of oppression of women that is the imposition of Islamic headscarves. OBVIOUSLY it's a form of oppression being imposed on Muslim women. Almost all sentences that begin with the mention "we all know that", "of course" and other "it goes without saying."

"It goes without saying"? In my opinion, he should perhaps go on to say. Saying for example how it got this information exclusive. Saying how he also explains that the victims mentioned here are especially afraid of being saved.

I lived in Turkey for three years, a country 98% Muslim. If you read the Turkish newspapers, you see almost every day there showing off a raging debate about the headscarf. Search in this debate, what are the different views about the imposition of the headscarf.

Search, you will not find. The debate concerns the ban on wearing headscarves in universities and government buildings, absolutely not on its imposition anyone by anyone. Mind you, half the public Turkey is made up of Muslim women. It may be that this explains why public opinion (with some extremist secularists who, if Quebec would Pierre Falardeau ) considers that these women are able to dress themselves. They are endowed with free will. An approach in the genre SPCA ("little-kitty-pauv'-yourself-all-you-do muddy
-pity-you-can-do-anything-all-alone-there 's- just-me-to-
you-save ") is at best distasteful and at worst deeply contemptuous.

You may say that domestic violence is not rare in Turkey. Absolutely correct. I Even more, in a context where the husband is much more often in Quebec the only employee of the home, many victims are held captive by economic dependency, forced to tolerate the intolerable. But economic dependency is not fundamental to Islam.

Small exercise: Try to find a social practice or a cultural trait that:
-Exceeds the field of strictly spiritual
East ubiquitous in Indonesia, Azerbaijan and northern Nigeria, and unknown
East Thailand, Georgia and southern Nigeria.

If you find anything, congratulations you have just discovered an essential characteristic of Islam. Come share your discovery with Jos Binne above, "it goes without saying" that he already knew. And just as I say, because it makes me just eleven years studying the Muslim world and I would be totally unable to identify such an essential character.

Note, by dint of listening to the daily reports of the Commission, the Truth will perhaps eventually I get into the coconut.

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Aboriginal people of unsound mind and similar Hello

Much of the new Quebec passed me by the ears. Via podcasting, means First la carte Radio-Canada to be precise. And sometimes, a little above my ears, there's the hair rising on my head.

Now therefore in the October 19 edition of the podcast of that means the criminal lawyer Jean-Claude Hébert explains René-Homier Roy cons of a change in the trials of sex offenders (audio available here , second from the top, at about 2:00):

"Because if you have people who are such weak minded, the poor, the indigenous people of that nature which are accused of having committed the reprehensible actions, how can we rely on the fact that they may have the resources, ability to demonstrate the opposite of what one claims they are ... "Wow

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OK, a little history lesson:

First, a group of settlers arrived, took possession of the land, too bad for those who were already there.

Then the group of settlers multiplied, imposes his religion and his Aboriginal culture, and killing some for good measure.

After four hundred years, the invaders set up a commission to decide touring they have nothing to learn the cultures of new immigrants: If the Canadian Multiculturalism promotes cultural differences, if the American melting pot them into the dominant culture, the Quebec model boasts the reject out of hand.

And when someone suggests broadcast on national radio that "feebleminded", "poor" and "indigenous" people of the same "kind", no one reacts.

Shit.

Okay, I understand what it meant Hebert, and I do not suggest it was inspired by any belief that Native Americans are biologically stupid - in fact, his comment suggests an empathetic attitude that recognizes the impact of certain social problems ..

But his formulation, it is not just unfortunate, it is totally unacceptable. Without falling into excesses , the fact remains that it is an assertion that requires apology, at least an explanation.

And while immigrants from tenth generation 'revel in their moral superiority over the rest of humanity, while they find nothing wrong with an expression as "feeble-minded, poor, indigenous , people of that nature, "Well, nobody asks the question:
Accommodations
we imposed on Native Americans, they have anything for reasonable?

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Group (and bye bye principles)

Sometimes we have a problem and a kind soul offered to us to fix it, because sometimes it is Dr. Jacques Chaoulli who wants to lead us to the Promised Land . His website says, the existence of the Chaoulli Group (note the term "Group", which aims to give a warm and anti-corporate the company) will have a profoundly positive effect on accessibility health care in Quebec.

me at the already inhabited Promised Land mentioned here. This land called Turkey, or else the United States. In both cases, it is quite fair to say that a system of two-tier health allows quick access to quality health care equal to or greater than those of the Quebec system. A little sore and you want to see a specialist within 24 hours? It happened to me, and I guarantee that the experience is not unpleasant.

Obviously, health insurance remains of insurance: you have to read the fine print. Such access is "enabled", but certainly not guaranteed to the entire population. And affirm that the existence of a private alternative would not affect the public financing system is at best a touching naivete (and at worst a dangerous combination of stupidity and contempt). George W. Bush has just vetoed the expansion of a program of free health care for poor children. The question we must ask the proponents of Chaoulli, is first and foremost they believe that Bush would also oppose the measure if it had affected her own children. Touching naivete, no doubt.

This does not mean, of course, there is no problem. But it is difficult to find a valid solution to a problem when one is mistaken about its cause.

I'm always fascinated by the incredible ability to Quebec public opinion has to ignore the parallels between his own problems and those of other countries. We ramble on the theme of aging, but it ignores an ongoing debate also surrounds the financing of health care in the United States. In a country where such funding is first and foremost through employers, no reason to focus the blame on the Boomers in walker.

There are dozens of factors that contribute to dissatisfaction with the Quebec health system, but one of them, in my view central to all appears to be ignored. Télécino: In the movie Sicko of Michaeol Moore describes the extreme case of injustice, a guy who lost two fingers in an accident and whose insurance company refuses to cover for him to sew it. Amazement, indignation and petition of three hundred seventy-five miles names for justice and ring are made. Télécino thank you.

Injustice, yes or no. One hundred years ago, a multimillionaire who suffered a similar accident would never have dreamed of being sew a finger - let alone both.

In fact, the conjunction of two principles that causes a lot of our problems. On the one hand, access to healthcare must be universal and uniform. On the other hand, this access must include the latest developments in medical research, otherwise it is an injustice. These two principles remain fully compatible with unlimited budgets.

The solution of the Chaoulli Group is not a simple alternative without impacting the public health system in Quebec but the choice of one of these two principles (access to the best possible treatment) at the expense of another ( uniform and universal access). The very existence of the Group engages the entire population of Quebec, transforming the decision of a small group of people in social choice.

Oh yes, for a small fee you will have quick access to quality prenatal care. Your children will be born still free, but will no longer need to be born equal. * * *



Andre Drouin, the Hérouxvillain Chief demand independence for Quebec to remove anyone the use of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. And he adds, "Look what happens in other countries, do not wait too long."

Andre Drouin not only offers a model of society, it also represents a new model of political action: It puts people on guard against himself. And yet you dare not find it nice?

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The traditional ceremony of Falardeau

When I wake up after a nightmare in the middle of the night (something which portrays Richard Martineau, I'll explain one day), when a car passes me on the feet and tears me a toenail, when it's storm, and I miss my mom and I cry, I just think delusions colonized by Pierre Falardeau and Raymond Villeneuve other. And suddenly I smile, as if I had to take a country of Quebec toune seriously ("It's sunny in my heart / Oh you my sweet / My little Jesus / Yodlayihi ...")

What reassures me, nay, what delights me in Falardeau et al, is the effect of comparison. I remember a CEGEP course where, following a debate on the death penalty when we countered all his arguments, a classmate had given up saying that "Eille, if you think too much, it will eventually collapse. " Obviously, they are people who think more than me.

Still, playing the game, imagine if Quebec was colonized. Not just a little government interference in our affairs, a real settlement with the civilizing mission and everything. And let's say, to maximize the realism, that those who colonized us are Indians of South America. But then

Indians land in question here, set fire to parliament, Prime Minister Dumont exiled in Texas (where his political career continues with a dazzling success as unlikely), we convert to shamanism with great blows of forced ingestion of psychotropic and give the strap to anyone caught speaking another language that Quechua at school. Happiness reigns over the country, generations follow one another in joy and hunting tapir.

Or not. A century later, big break, a wave of postcolonial authorities seized Amerindian. And then it starts to ooze remorse, it finds that acculturation attempts have only succeeded in half, it decides to save the traditional Quebec culture. If you think that the first phase was heavy, wait a bit we are trying to save you.

"It's really horrible, the disappearance of traditional societies," they say. "Imagine the wealth of knowledge about the beginnings of humankind that we lose the diversity culture that disappears when a language no longer used by some grandmother Paspébiac to speak for itself. "

So we must ensure that each parish has its Quebec priest (a Catholic priest, not patchwork ) and that each parishioner goes to Mass on Sunday. No more nonsense, we just save your culture, just as we save a species endangered by creating a national park. While cultural change is a form of defeat in the great war against acculturation and homogenization, and after we have fucked in shit sudamérindienne progressive society will do everything to bring us back three hundred years ago.

OK, we're back to reality. I really need to explain my metaphor?

"Nope," you say (oh my grandchildren, I appreciate your insight, I appreciate), "one wants only that they keep their cultures, people of the South, it does not mean that promoted obscurantism. "

Like, slap on your bongos and sharing your philosophy of harmony with Mother Earth, but not you dare to have different social roles for men and women. The whole debate revolves around the essential difference between "good traditional values" and "bad traditional values." Good, those are the ones that are compatible with the program of Québec solidaire. External pressure to repress them, is of colonialism and cultural genocide. The bad, these are the ones that QS will be corrected by education. The "correct" is a work of development. No no, nothing in this colonialist trend that we have to impose on others to become an idealized version of ourselves. Jesuit missionaries came to convert the "savages" in the 17th century thought the same thing. The only difference was in the classification of a particular cultural trait in one category or another.

Still, it's a shame that the choice between "good" and "bad" values is always made by the colonial power. Me, seen here, from the inside "a subject people, a vassal people, a people subservient to another", I still have my say. Because I'm scared that the colonial authorities sudamérindiennes begin to think that ideas are Falardeau this part of our traditional culture should be protected. * * *



Oh, and by the way, congratulations to Al Gore. Now that his work of education has paid off, everyone is eager to see him take a boat sails to collect her award in Norway.

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The Adventures of Jesus Alabama

I face, as they say, a labor market characterized by strong horizontal character. No, I'm not looking for a job platform. It simply means that in my field, there is worldwide a dozen jobs available each year, and a dozen persons qualified to apply. OK, I exaggerate a little, but the principle remains the same: we do not seek employment in the city where you live, one seeking employment in the knowledge that we asked to move. And given the university funding in Quebec (Or lack of it), I am a big kick in the ass: "Outside, Ambassador, no job for you in the land of Hérouxvillains. It makes me want to come back, like.

The situation was not all bad. It gives me a chance to consider my life in places of exoticism as I realized only today that they really exist. And whenever I meet someone from such a place, I want to accumulate a wealth of practical information and anecdotes to prepare myself psychologically.

Saturday, so I met a student in chemistry who has every reason to remain anonymous, especially since it comes from Alabama. Call it Dixie. Tell me, Dixie, the land of one who made you.

Dixie, ultimately, does not seem super impressed by the country of one who did it. I would say even more, she finds a little twits, people with whom she grew up. And so she told me this anecdote crispy.

was a school day a few years ago, whatever some legal reforms suggest that things do not change quickly in the Deep South. Dixie ran merrily toward the French course Ms. O'Hara (real name). But when he arrived at school she found Ms. O'Hara (real name) to tears. "What, uh, happen", asked Dixie, whose French was not very strong, "that you be crying?". And Ms. O'Hara (real name) told him what had catapulted into a state of shock.

Ms. O'Hara (pseudonym) explained just by sniffing it had just emerged from a telephone conversation with the mother of one of his students, who had been absent from his French class in recent weeks. And the toddler's mother does not excuse it. Not. She even had the ultimate argument to justify the absence of her son. The final punch is coming, I want to remind you that I have changed names, but the story is strictly true.

"My son did not need to learn French. Jesus never learned French, he had enough English to be our Lord and Savior."


"...", tell you.

"Ouch," you add.

And suddenly you just the desire to give generously to the SPCA to save me from the horrible fate of a teaching career in Alabama. I appreciate, m'enfin, I still have a little scared they m'euthanasient hastily.

Obviously, we can take the story as a moment typical "process of identifying a gang of fucking morons," as defined by the philosopher Peter Macleod Quebec. I agree and add that takes pleasure (for those who are confused, the mother tongue of Jesus was actually English, but the apocryphal Gospel of Thomas says that after two or three beers he would to jabber Yiddish - the new novel by Dan Brown is this. salivation). Still

that the very possibility that one can be convinced that Jesus spoke only English speaks volumes not only about the existence ignorance, but also on its way to reorganize the information we have anyway. Without wishing to overmix Thomas Kuhn and ti-Coun (if you do not know what I mean, ha ha, fucking stupid!), It remains that we all tend to organize our knowledge in order to minimize the importance of Part of the story we know, to make connections between things that we consider to be made to maximize the internal consistency of our worldview. Never heard of Aramaic, but I read the Bible in English every day (I play the role of bonnefemme of Alabama, I said to keep my anti-Catholic father starts to roll), so Jesus should speak English.

And this kind of recognition there, it is useful to consider how it applies to ourselves. Few people who know absolutely everything (in fact, some say they do not exist but I can tell you that there are exactly two - I know because I am one of them ). We have m'enfin, you have all areas of ignorance, and if it is easy to live without worrying about some of these (record of time spent without mentioning the number of hairs on a squirrel: 122 years 5 months and 14 days), others have paid a little more serious (is there a vengeful God who will punish you for what you were doing before yesterday evening 9:34 p.m. in front of the TV?). And yet we know it or not, we live with. What is interesting in this story is precisely the mechanism that allows us to "live with" the form of ignorance more than its mere existence.

In a sense it has much to teach the ignorant. Unfortunately, I have bad news for you. The other person who knows everything, well, it Andre Drouin, intellectually penetrating and councilor of Hérouxville. * * *



Andre Boisclair is reluctant to return to sit as a backbencher, and it explains a lot about its electoral setback. The problem was not perhaps no communication with the public, but of competence for the job.

OK, I'm hiding behind a pseudonym, but I do not pretend to lead a country to its independence. And I shudder to imagine the terrible consequences of electing a person as Prime Minister so irresponsible that he prefers not to honor a four-year commitment to his constituents (that is not a lifetime, pyx!) To avoid having to meet reporters.

Oh and in case you would see any link, Alabama increased its support for George W. Bush between 2000 and 2004 presidential elections. A Wheel In The Ditch, a wheel on the Tracks, as said another.

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I am a bit like an African American in prison (through the Sears catalog)

is an image I like to remember one of my earliest memories: I have four or five years of age at the kindergarten, and I 'm sitting on the lap of my guardian makes me read. Forget

Miou-Miou and all-literary associations pédophilo could come to your head. What she reads, the Sears catalog.

Sears catalog? Yes sir. In the house where I was being kept as in many others where I grew up (although not in that of my parents), the books had never been an endangered species of appearance. We sometimes had a dictionary, a Bible even more rarely, but nothing that can be described as literature. Not even Marie Laberge, yet it sells.


I had the opportunity to describe this scene, a few days ago, a teacher from the Midwest who works on the reading habits among African American women in prison. Not question the worse you'll have no fib: My life is complicated and I meet all sorts of interesting people too improbable.

Anyways, when I told him my story, proud of my originality, the teacher in question took blankly, then dropped the piece: almost identical scenes, Sears catalog and all, appear repeatedly in interviews it leads in the prisons of North Carolina to Ohio.

She then asked me why. Why the Sears catalog? Okay, there were no other books in the house, but there was still television, toys, I know, I could have fun going out, right? And at this moment that I realized I did not know, even if it's me requiring the reading of my babysitter, the reason that pushed me to do so is not part of my memory.

I was reminded a bit later, and I think I understand why: The memory remains alive in me because it has symbolic value because it is the part of my childhood with people to that reading, like many other intellectual activities, reported to a foreign world. It is a symbol, whether to be totally honest and not too polished, a world which I feel myself out.

Everything is connected to this memory without serving its symbolic value (the time of the day, what drove me to make this request or pages on which we focused), this has simply no reason for me to return to the spirit. Then I forgot.

When we talk about recent history, the first half of the twentieth century, for instance, we often feel it's a past that may affect them directly because the people who lived through that era are still there to testify. We forget too quickly that the most vivid memories are the memories that have a purpose, and that reason may be cached longer she said. Yes, of course, the dark cassock's brother who taught us in tenth years, a symbol of the influence of obscurantist Catholic Church on the education system Canaduh-French. But this image does not help us understand the experience of a guy who abandoned his right to found a family and eventually teach adolescents. I would add, it prevents us from understanding the experience.

I returned to Sears catalog a few weeks ago, and my experience has once again scored. Once again, I remember, there is a new symbol that relates to this new experience. It's something a little less intellectual, something a little more material:

Really There's people who are willing to pay three hundred bucks for a razor?!?

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Progress, decadence and two liters of Coke to Cherry

You ask me what company I think best symbolizes the United States? No no, do not protest: You are always there in my head to ask me my opinions and drink like cats used to drink a cheese whey. And you expect me to answer "Coca-Cola" or "McDonald's".

no, damn not.

For me, the American company par excellence, 7-Eleven convenience store chain that inspired the Kwik-E-Mart Simpsons.

I had never seen such a thing before arriving in the United States. Not that there is no way, I have met two or three in Istanbul later. But in Istanbul, Kwik-E-Mart 7-Eleven sell döner kebabs . And I'm not rolled over, choose the point of Turkish food as the great symbol of the American Empire.

But then 7-Eleven. Dede is like in the Convenience Store, said Plumb like it, buy a red licorice, milk udders comedy, Kraft Dinner, butter udders elastic; jams, Quik udders Glosettes; of the soup sticks worse toilet paper [etc.. etc.].

Except. Liquor. Not just a little bit. In the population of goblet who live near their soft drink machines, there is the aptly named Big Gulp (we say hello to the Big Gulp), which contains 44 ounces Translation: 1.3 liter. With a straw, and drink your cherry coke before bubulles disappear. The Big Gulp is not even the largest size, a title that comes to his big brother Double Gulp (which will knock you out, if he can stand up), almost two liters of liquid pleasure. Not to mention the go-go taquitos and other variations on the theme annealing the hot-dog saturated fat. I still have stomach pain, many years later.

But I can not deny having had a great time in the company of this fauna. In fact, it was nice to get up the heart, the fact is that this kind of food there, it's good (I have not said fine, I said good, let go your Pavlovian snobbery aside two minutes and let Homer your inner self). And on the thumb, it super convenient.

The 7-Eleven is a symbol, but not exactly what you think. It is first and foremost a symbol of a whole cultural system, economic and social development, the most extreme form of the principle that organizes most of the lives of Westerners: If it makes life easier is good. Answering machine, ergonomic seat, support services for employment, GPS navigation systems: almost all the innovations that come into our lives are intended to make those lives more comfortable. Some adverse side effects (my move to Turkey, away from the 7-Eleven, has allowed me to stabilize my body weight below 275 pounds), others not (the hatred I feel towards Apple products Hatred is a free, no rational basis).

All that to say that we raise at the ease of an ideal, perhaps not the ultimate ideal, but certainly an important factor to distinguish a desirable way of life of another who is less so. And that's when the story is seen pointing small sharp teeth (and the big hedge mustache) from my uncle Friedrich.

Because my uncle Friedrich, said that the ease softens her man (a hundred years later, he added "his wife" as well). He says the facility is the worst thing to blunt the drive of life that should guide us. My uncle Friedrich, it has in common with another wicked sick, my uncle Osama (a wicked sick much less excusable, but it can not be wrong all the time): It not afraid to use the adjective "degenerate." I will explain what that means, "degenerate", but I feel like it not there, there 's too bad it's too difficult a funny movie that goes to Super Écran. Besides, I think I'll bring a pizza, I go not for cooking.

Yep, if 7-Eleven is the symbol of the United States in my mind is because it is the epitome of decadence, because it is the banner behind which the entire Western world follows the U.S. example on the highway to six lanes (five from one side, one of the other) that leads to a more comfortable life, the flag leaf that the world is also trying desperately to follow.

But if you ever have the opportunity to taste the go-go taquitos with a nice little two-liter of cherry coke, enjoy it, that you will understand the profound meaning of "quite disgusting, thank you." * * *



Bravo to those who understood what I meant last week: If one has already been a few isolated and intolerant people, there is no guarantee that we can not regain a small isolated people and intolerant ... or that our current sense of superiority is completely foreign to our past torch of Catholicism in North America. * * *



In response to Marc-Andre (who wondered how I would explain what I do in life to a young child): I am looking for all sorts of little clues, like a detective, trying to discover how people thought in the old days.

That said, some incriminating documents suggest that it is better not let me interact with young children.

And I like fucking shit and impose insurmountable challenges to everyone, I pass the tag to Jonathan (whose work on string theory remains incomprehensible 99.9% of the adult population).

Eh eh.

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chronological Fundamentalism (big daddy go home!)

OK, if I understand you're telling me that fundamentalism is a disease and that the Bouchard-Taylor is there to get rid of it.

Or to express it. The vast majority of opinions we hear on the subject until now are based, implicitly or explicitly, on the principle that values such as equality between men and women define the essence of the Quebec nation. And I agree: the Quebec of today shows a very broad consensus that affirms the universal right to follow the traditional male (while implying that its intrinsic superiority over the traditional female - talk to the men and women who believe their children deserve more attention than their careers).

But Quebec, not Quebec where my parents grew up there. There are less than fifty years, the "fundamental and intrinsic values" mentioned here (and that's being built in barrier against certain minorities) were far from unanimous, or even collect more than a minority of opinions. This is precisely what gets on my kidneys, the idea that the speech dominant current is the only one that helps define us, that everything that came before was an aberration that has nothing to do with our deepest nature and especially the current state of things is intended to remain intact until the Big Crunch. It is, in other words, a blatant lack of historical perspective, and it is the same psychological process of deception that characterizes fundamentalism and totalitarianism.

OK no no no. The Family Rosary, books to the index, the Duplessis Orphans, I do not want more than you get back. Nevertheless, the essentialist attitude I'm talking about here is to render the unhealthy relationship that is relationship with our own history.

It is first and foremost an ignorance breeds ignorance. If the social history of Quebec has resulted in "Before" and "After" the Quiet Revolution, we can afford to say that no great thing has changed in Quebec culture between 1608 and 1960. And if it is asserted that no great thing has changed in the culture of Quebec between 1608 and 1960, it was really a superficial knowledge of the history of Quebec.

But it is especially the ramifications of the place it gives to secularism that worry me. Implied throughout this beautiful essentialist discourse is the belief that in Quebec's history, religion is a pathological phenomenon and outside us. The central role played by the Catholic Church in education (and thus the transmission of culture) in Quebec as a surface phenomenon, a big black hole that played no role in what Quebec is TODAY 'hui. That attendance at the church by our own grandparents is the result of oppression or external, is a betrayal of the fatherland, a form of mental illness, but certainly not an expression of their culture - a culture whose Ours is a direct descendant (of course, hey!).

Principles secularism that wants to impose "alien minorities" (the phrase is vulgar, but describes the image that we have people designated by it) through the Bouchard-Taylor, we must pretend to take wedded to become the principles that guide our laws. And if there is hell-bent without thinking, it must be applied on an equal basis, to the Catholic Church like other religions. If we allowed students to take an examination because of Yom Kippur or the Eid al-Fitr, it becomes difficult to leave everyone on Friday.

In other words, after having denied an entire section of his past, Quebec is in the process of erasing the last traces live by inadvertence, a side effect that we profess hatred toward certain religions that are alien to us (regardless of our openness to people who the practice). And all this with a blind conviction that what exists now is the only possible basis for the future.

Torpinne. Good thing the whole pathology has evaporated with the Quiet Revolution. * * *



Yep, I'm back as promised. Two relatively minor-change-this year:

In one, "The Embassy of Trépanistan" no longer "in Istanbul." I re-crossed the pond and now live the United States. The precise location is a state secret, but say there are big opportunities for us to win the World Series and the Superbowl in the next few months. Yankees suck!

Two, I get weekly. It was already more or less the case last year, but it is now official, Ambassador tickets appear Friday.

One thing has not changed: I continue to be ben ben glad you come take a look at my little paper ...