The word Rabble was already a nasty creation. With a single word, all the less educated people of a nation were put down. Ergo, the cry “the rabble” probably came from the so-called upper class of a population.
Then the individual person appeared on the scene as a bully. At first these aggressive types were found mostly in schoolyards and bars. But more and more, some — or mostly one — found their way into politics.
With PP I mean the Political Poeblé.
The type of the bully is the politician who first talks everything down and is rather toxic in his rhetoric, but above all barely has a solution to offer.
On Friday evening, Canada gave the master bully a massive rebuff.
And the guy didn’t even thank us for it. Typical bully.
In the know, there’s an old rule: never give in to the bully. Because it works much like with the Gremlins: they change for the worse. Whoever gives in to the bully feeds an immense hunger in him. Hunger for more. Above all, for more power.
Actually, this largely aggressive development of the bully is astonishing, because they are, at their core, rather insecure members of the world’s population.
They barely trust themselves, which makes them extremely sensitive to irony and sarcasm. No, there’s no medication for that yet, as far as I know.
Unfortunately, this sensitivity only affects the person themselves, but has hardly any effect on the rest of humanity.
The other astonishing effect is this self-infatuation.
How lonely is that?
I mean, liking yourself is one thing. A good thing, even. But loving yourself and seeing the rest of the world as manipulable figures seems a bit one-sided.
Back to Friday night and a gauntlet thrown down. Canada is now officially embroiled in a trade war with the United States of America.
This will be hard. For Americans and Canadians alike.
Yet the Canadian tenor in the press and on social media is thoroughly positive and combative. I think the Québécois are even more relieved that Canada didn’t give in to the Poeblé down south. Because who wants to tangle with a Poeblé who wants to abolish French culture and language in Canada?
Et voilà.
We Canadians are bracing for these harder times.
And once again the Team Canada spirit pulls on its gloves and raises its elbows.
Buy Canadian is the call of the day.
This morning I saw a clip about a honey farm that ships most of its product to the US. Well, that’ll be taken care of by the 50% punitive tariff. And the call in the clip is simple and simply positive: buy this honey, made in Canada.
A product that can work wonders, especially in bitter times like these.
The motto “buy local” is working in many other industries too.
I myself always check for the country of manufacture on every product in the store. Does it say “Made in the USA” somewhere? Then it stays on the shelf.
No, I don’t feel entirely good about this behaviour. Because I like the regular, reasonable Americans a lot.
And they’ll suffer even more because Canada practices the word boycott daily.
But even this price is justified, so as not to let a Poeblé win.
And Canada’s independence is worth this price.
Buy Canadian.
Bye USA.
