Cyclotron
Pedal to the metal
gonna go for a ride.
Pedal to the metal,
gonna glide, glide, glide.
Pedal to the metal
don’t know where I’ve been.
Pedal to the metal,
I’m a spinning machine.
Pedal to the metal,
gonna leave the past behind.
Pedal to the metal
gonna find what I can find.
Pedal to the metal,
just watch me go.
Pedal to the metal…
Where? I just don’t know.
Pedal to the metal,
wave the world goodbye.
Pedal to the metal,
tilt into the sky.
Ya, it’s a good good feeling,
taking to the road,
a good, good feeling
shucking that load
when I pedal to the metal,
and glide, glide, glide.
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Naked Truth
Naked Truth
I do love walking barefoot
inside my shoes and socks,
to feel the ground beneath my soles
and sense what I am not.
To walk the earth quite naked,
cloaked in shirt and tie,
warmed by the sun upon my back
beneath my slice of sky.
I never feel embarrassed
to show just who I am
to all my fellow creatures
alive upon this land.
They’re my boon companions,
although they’re poorly dressed.
They scrabble, claw, and bite, and chew,
and do their very best
to survive upon this planet,
this spinning ball of dust,
that is our one and only home,
in the universe of us.
Craig Spence
My Better Half
My Better Half
How can you be a symbol
of my love
inanimate, cold, and barren
as you are?
How can a far flung
chunk of star
spinning slowly,
majestically
in my night’s sky
reflect the truth of who we are
of me and mine?
I look up
through an imagined pane…
And there you are
a distraction
an abstraction
searching for its name,
sailing through my spangled dark,
brighter than any spark
of heaven’s sequins.
And yet?
A mystery to me.
Surely there’s a science
to this madness,
to your slow motion pirouette
that matches mine.
You draw me to you
and I you to me,
clasped in an eternal whirl,
a planetary skirl that?
Changes the levels
of my restless seas
and the courses of my inner tides.
And yet?
This is nonsense!
I awaken, and you are gone
the fading notes
of a forgotten song.
I roll over in my fallen form
and there’s the truth,
beside me all along,
my better half.
You give my love its meaning.
‘Thanks’ from a proud Canadian
This Hour has 22 Minutes host Mark Critch and Justin Trudeau reflect on 2024
Dear Prime Minister Trudeau,
Thank you for your dignified, unflinching response to the assault on our status as an indpendent nation by the president of the United States. Your measured but unwavering pushback to Donald Trump’s crass bullying has exemplified the true nature of Canadianism—modest pride. You have shown by your example the difference between ‘strength’ and ‘power.’
A strong leader doesn’t bluster and blunder. He doesn’t resort to threatening insinuations and unwarranted punishments. He acts on principle and treats others who hold different views respectfully as he works toward resolution. He doesn’t back down when confronted by taunts and threats. A strong leader respects the rights and boundaries of others because he knows when mutual respect collapses irreparable damage ensues.
A ‘leader’ who relies on power to get his way is the antithesis of ‘strong.’ The word that sums up that brand of ‘leadership’ best is ‘fascism.’ The hallmarks of fascism are: a cult mentality demanding hero worship; the selective targeting of enemies, who become the focus of militant, xenophobic reaction; denigration and vilification of political opponents—who can never be seen as colleagues; the usurpation and abuse of power that is rightly vested in the state and its offices; the unprincipled use of that power.
You, Prime Minister Trudeau, have demonstrated strength in the face of unmitigated power. You have done so on behalf of Canadians and the international community of nations. You have truly represented the majority of Canadians, and we are proud of your resolve.
I say this as a citizen whose vote has not gone to the Liberal Party of Canada but has admired your restraint and focus during a turbulent epoch. Donald Trump isn’t the first politician or activist to use the divisive tactics of the extreme right to undermine your stature as the elected leader of Canada. The vituperative practitioners of right-wing character assassination have sown the seeds of hatred and virulent abuse from within, and you have been a target of their rage.
You continued to lead the nation with dignity and focus.
Under your leadership, the negative intent of Donald Trump’s assaults has resulted in a positive outcome. They have galvanized Canadians to ‘stand on guard’ for their nation and its true values. We have reclaimed our flag and will fly it with resilience and modest pride.
Sincerely,
Craig Spence
United States of America Inc.
Donald Trump and Elon Musk aren’t stupid in the normal sense of the word. They share what might be called ‘lizard smarts.’ They have perfected the ‘art of the deal’, know how to zero in with lazer-focus exclusively on self-interest, and have egos that can’t adapt to any sense of common good or even decency. Which is to say, they’re smart enough to be stupid on a monumental scale. They conflate the meanings of ‘strength’ and ‘power,’ and, as a result, are taking the world down a disastrous road with their grand project: the United States of America Inc.
What’s the difference between a government and a corporation? Two phrases sum up that distinction quite nicely: governments, to quote Abraham Lincoln, are ‘of the people, by the people, for the people’; the corporate mentality is ‘survival of the fittest’ in a dog-eat-dog world where corporate loyalty is to shareholders, not citizens.
Trump, Musk, and Company are not just blurring those lines; they’re going as far as they can as fast as they can to erase them entirely, imposing corporate ethics and strategies on institutions intended to serve a totally different purpose.
One of the first tenets sworn to by members of the business elite is to shun all ‘externalities’—that is, don’t factor environmental, social, or political costs into anything you have to do to sustain and grow profitability. Global warming is a negative byproduct of our operations? Not my problem. People are forced to work in unsafe, unhealthy environments to keep costs down? Let ’em find a job somewhere else. Our operations can only continue with the support of a brutal, fascist regime? Just make sure that doesn’t make it into our annual report to shareholders, especially if that fascist regime is taking root in the Oval Office.
So what will the United States of America Inc. look like once it’s fully fledged? Well, let’s just say no self-respecting eagle would deign to be the avian embodiment of a nation governed by such crass, shortsighted ideals.
Let’s look at a couple of emergent examples. Ukraine’s President Volodymyr Zelenskyy was asked to leave the White House recently after a public row with Trump. One of Trump’s comments was “you’ve got no cards to play,” when Zelinskyy refused to knuckle under to the CEO of USA Inc.’s demands that he sign an agreement granting USA Inc. access to Ukraine’s rare metals without having negotiated any adequate provisions for future security for Ukraine from attacks by USA Inc.’s friend and partner, Russia.
Trump sees the weaponry and money provided to Ukraine in the war with Russia as a drain on USA Inc.’s balance sheet that requires payback; Zelenskyy, who has seen more than 400,000 Ukrainians soldiers and 12,500 civilians killed or wouded since Russia invaded in 2022, sees Ukraine as the bulwark against Russia’s military ambitions in Europe. That this Oval Office disagreement was vented in public, with the TV cameras rolling, is yet another instance of Trump’s gameshow politics, which got very high ratings in Putin’s Russia.
‘You’re Fired!’ has become the clarion call of the Trump-Musk administration and United States of America Inc. Ukraine’s President Volodymyr Zelenskyy was fired at a staged event, while the cameras rolled and the world watched with shock and disgusted awe. Canada’s ‘governor’ Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was fired with what some took to be a dismissive troll, but are now realizing is a gangster’s tactic to persuade citizens of the 51st State to knuckle under and make the threat of unjustified trade tariffs ‘go away.’ A ‘Fork in the Road’ buyout was thrust into the inboxes of 2.3 million American federal employees Jan. 28 giving them until Feb. 6 to accept or else…
There’s a common thread to all these examples—and plenty more in the works. Federal employees, allies, anyone who doesn’t fit into the corporate gameplan of United States of America Inc. is treated like an enemy and tossed into the street like human garbage.
What does this business model mean for the future of United States of America Inc.’s citizens, and citizens of the world?
People will be excluded from the government’s calculations and society’s benefits unless they contribute to ‘profitability.’
Other nations are not the concern of USA Inc. unless they contribute to profitability.
Global stability and sustainability are of no concern to USA Inc. because they represent a net loss and don’t contribute to short-term profitability.
Morality, decency, and compassion in any form become unsupported and insupportable burdens because they do not contribute to USA Inc.’s profitability.
Question: Who will benefit most from all the newfound profits that are going to be wrung out of the domestic market and the world by United States of America Inc.?
Clue: It’s not likely to be the ordinary guys MAGA man pretends are his buddies.
Follow-up question: What’s are the biggest cards Trump thinks gives him an unbeatable hand—the ace-king combo he just knows will make him winner in this corporate takeover?
Answer: That we’re stupider than he is.
Jilted and jolted-Boo Who?
To anticipate the decisions and actions of Donald Trump you have to set aside many things you value most and likely take for granted. Do you respect treaties and friendships? Forget it. Do you value straightforward, honest answers to questions instead of slippery deceptions and outright lies? How naive! Do you think the ultimate purpose of a nation is to benefit all its citizens? You rube!
Only when we blinker ourselves with lizard-like focus on self-interest, insatiable greed, billionaire cronyism, and bloated egoism will we begin to gain an approximate understanding of the unprecedented national vandalism that is being perpetrated in the USA from the Oval Office. I say ‘approximate’ because, for most of us a perspective from the bawling scowling vantage of what has become America’s lowest office is unimaginable—we simply cannot become depraved and psychopathic enough to appreciate how bad the worst of humanity can be.
Let’s consider a couple of examples: Trump’s bluster and bullying about Ukraine; And his success in getting Canadians to boo the American National Anthem at sporting events.
Trump said he would end the war in Ukraine within days of coming into office. He never said how, and his virulent supporters didn’t care to ask. Even his opponents didn’t press him very hard on that one, but I don’t think everyone is surprised that his first step is a tête-à-tête with his good friend Vladimir Putin that excludes everyone else, representatives from Ukraine not excepted.
We have to ask ourselves: What is Trump really hoping to achieve with this stratagem, which has the leaders of Europe in a flap? What is the ultimate gameplan from a lizard’s-eye point of view—a prospect so unsettling that no one is daring to articulate it pubically lest it come true?
Could he be signalling his pal Putin with an under-the-table offer to divide North America and Europe into separate spheres of influence? Does he know from the outset that the terms of any possible agreement negotiated between the US and Russia will almost certainly be unacceptable to Ukraine, and will be rejected by President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, which in turn would allow the US to end its support for Ukraine?
Or better yet, that a deal could be forced on Ukraine, which would allow Trump to crow and the US to stand down, get out, and leave it up to Putin to decide when the time might be right to break the truce and invade again?
Not saying that’s a fact, but I think it should be on the whiteboard as a strong possibility as world leaders consider their responses to MAGA Round 2—as in Make America Gangsterland Again—especially the part about divvying the world up into spheres of influence. Just wondering when China might be invited to take over its Asian sphere of influence.
If you think this isn’t a plausible scenario, have a read of this CBC analysis: Trump’s talk about Canada parrots Putin’s claims on Ukraine.
Then there’s the chorus of booing whenever the American National Anthem is played at any arena on Canadian soil. That’s music to Trump’s ears. It means he’s got us just where he wants us—drowning out a song every red-blooded American has been taught to reverence since kindergarten, a desecration committed on network TV, no less. What better way to inflame the patriotic fervour of his most loyal supporters, and give them a cudgel to pummel any traitor who would dare defend such sacrilege or the nation that committed it?
Never mind that Trump has repeatedly denigrated our own nation and its Prime Minister, or that he has welcomed Canada to become the 51st state with jests worthy of a clown and threats revealing his true nature as a gangster. Forget the fact that some of his more virulent thugs are calling for the immediate ‘violent’ invasion of Canada and its takeover as a ‘territory,’ not a state. All that pales in significance compared to the booing of ‘the land of the free’ and ‘the home of the brave’ at a hockey game.
Again, the wizard of sleaze has us in a lose-lose bind: Express our anger and disgust, and give him more ammunition to pummel us with, preparing the ground for some type of final aggression; or keep our yaps shut and be characterized as a nation of wimps, easily overrun and not worthy of statehood at any level.
Trump’s version of ‘freedom’ means the right of the powerful to dictatorial control over the rest of us. It’s the oligarchs’ and fascists’ destiny—the right of the fittest—to take over the earth, and they’re not going to wait around to inherit it. They are banking on the pervasive surveillance, propagandizing, and control mechanisms of the digital era to keep them from the fate of their fascist predecessors.
Will history prove them right? Or will the rest of the world—including at least half the citizens of the US—prove them wrong?
Our American friends are too shell-shocked with the wrecking ball makeover of their own homeland under the rule of Trump and Elon Musk to protest loudly against a wholly unjustified assault on a neighbour and former ally. That’s part of Trump’s master plan—hurricane politics. The civilized world should be preparing for the worst and, at the same time, reaching out to those in America who want to restore decency and integrity to the White House.
The Good Book says: Know thine enemy. For most of us, it’s impossible to plumb the depths of Trump’s truly psychopathic mind or the extent of his unrestrained power. But we have to imagine the unimaginable to prepare ourselves for what’s to come.
Oh Canada!
I have never been called upon until now to defend my country and the democratic values our flag stands for. But I won’t shirk, now that there is a need for Canadians of every generation to stand on guard.
Before I get into that, though, I want to reach out to our friends south of the world’s longest undefended border and say: I am not your enemy, but the actions of your president and his ardent supporters are forcing me to think like one.
Whether you label it ‘trolling’ or ‘hard bargaining,’ when the leader of the world’s most powerful nation mocks my prime minister and refers to my 40 million fellow citizens as residents of ‘the 51st state’ alarm bells go off. It’s all hands on deck.
I’m too old to lace up my boots, shoulder a rifle, and march off to war, but I won’t sit idly by and watch an aggressive, crude, tyrant threaten my country and seemingly position himself to wage war against us.
President Trump’s political sleights of hand are as insidious and odious as they are obvious. Create an enemy, focus your supporters’ attention on your strength and determination to defeat the target of your concocted rhetoric, and get on with the business of dismantling your own nation amidst the mayhem.
If you can’t stop this madness from your side of the border, I can assure you, we will martial every resource and take whatever steps we must to stop him from this side. I don’t mean this as an insult, but I will never be an American; I am and always will be Canadian.
My father, along with thousands of Canadians, enlisted in the fight against fascism in the Second World War. Never in my bleakest imaginings did I foresee the need for similar commitments and vows against our closest friend and ally nine decades later.
But our determination must be voiced now so our neighbours to the south will know what they are getting into if they allow their president to continue down the road he’s taking. There will be no winners if our friendship is damaged, only losers – except for the few who believe that ‘survival of the fittest’ is the only tenet of sound policy, and that warfare in any manifestation, doesn’t need any sort of justification other than the dictates of sheer greed, power, and unbridled egotism.
Hello Chemainus
Went for a walk the other day
discovering this and that along the way
glimpses into Chemainus town
this sacred precinct, unceded ground.
Met the man, wears a leather hat
shares cheerful bytes. Eclectic chat.
A joke, a tale, a fervent proclamation
‘bout living in the heart of this greatest nation.
Peered into dug foundations in Waterwheel Park
where gleaming inspirations will support a brand new arch
is this a pathway to reconciliation—
footings to rebuild a truly greater nation.
Next came a woman and her Afghan hound
dog loping grandly, eastward bound,
I remembered the ghost of a lost best friend
whose graceful gallop met a sudden end.
Poked around in a book box, wanting a read,
when a voice from behind jokingly agreed
not every concoction of facts into fiction
lays claim the title of best-selling diction.
Then a youthful voice haled from a yard,
a teen holding up an old rusted shard,
thinking a geezer from ancient times,
might house recollections it vaguely mimed.
Scanned from on high our inland sea,
its surface calmed, not a notion of breeze,
ships aglitter in a bright setting sun,
pointing to oceans from whence they had come.
Returned to my doorstep the other day.
Just where I’d been? I couldn't say
because every step we take is taken
into a world that’s newly awakened.
Ode to the New Riviera
Let’s lay our bodies down
upon these blood-soaked sands,
bake our white skins brown
on these confiscated lands.
Let’s raise a cheery toast
to the dead and dispossessed
cause we all know what matters most
is what we think is best.
Let’s taste the fruits of victory
under our blazing sun,
invent heroic histories
excusing what we've done.
Let’s raise our sullied spirits
with an anthem to pure power
and let the whole world hear it
for this truly is our hour.
Let’s make ethical this cleansing
with the stroke of a silver pen
and pretend a happy ending
has been achieved… again.
Craig Spence
Impessions
I took this photo from our upstairs bedroom window. The single line of footsteps evoked questions for me about who might have made them. It occurred to me that even if I knew that person’s name and destination most of my questions would remain unanswered!