Welcome to the new version of PhilPaine.com. A new site and format are long overdue. The old site, constructed with a now out-dated program, was labour intensive, cluttered, and vulnerable to cyber-sabotage. The new one corrects these ills. Most of the material from the old site has been transferred, at least in rough form, and it will all gradually be retro-fitted with graphics and consistent formatting.
It’s been an exhausting year, so far. I’ve been juggling difficult personal matters, as well as trying to do some serious work. Sometimes, it has seemed to have the emotional texture of this picture taken on the Dempster Highway, near the border of the Yukon and Northwest Territories.
But I’m one of those people who takes a certain satisfaction in knowing lonely places, whether in outer or inner experience. I’ve spent so much time in both, that, like some crazed prospector in from the bush, I tread warily where society swarms. People, especially the all-too-common vicious ones, will always seem rather strange to me.
Doing the text transfers to the new site has required me to look over the web writing I’ve done for the last five years. Some of it is bad, some of it is good ― I’m as uneven in my writing as in my temperament. But if there is one unifying theme, it is something that I always believed was an integral part of a Canadian heritage: a hatred of bullies, and contempt for pomposity and arrogance. I grew up having been taught, and believing, that to be a Canadian meant that you doffed your cap for nobody, and that you regarded all the obnoxious crowd of Big Shots with disdain. You were supposed to know in your bones that the ostentatious rich are crooks, that preening politicians are cheesy hucksters, that the intellectually supercilious are ignorant phonies, that the clergymen preaching hellfire and holiness are a bunch of sicko perverts, that those who daydream of war and military glory are retarded nitwits, and that anyone who claims to be your “social superior” deserves nothing but a kick in the pants. I grew up believing that only morons and savages follow “leaders”, and that anyone who claims to be a “leader” should be slapped down — slapped down hard, until they learn to mind their manners.
Now, I don’t know if this is the self-image of most Canadians, anymore, or if it ever really was for more than a quirky minority. It is just a ghost out of my past, a sense of a natural way of being that, for me, is inextricably bound up with the scent of snow and tamarack, winding dirt roads, forests, lakes, and flickering aurora. It certainly doesn’t tally with, for example, the disgusting, un-Canadian behaviour of our Prime Minister, Stephen Harper, whose every word breathes corruption and treason. I don’t know if this attitude has any meaning for the people who have grown up in an incoherent jumble of mass media, shrieking endlessly about celebrities, “leadership” and bling.
But I do know that, whatever my failures and missed opportunities, I’ve remained true to it.
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