Night of the Long Sighs: Pauline Marois, Premier-Elect of Canada’s Spoilt Child
It was inevitable.
A premier embalmed by his government’s own unprecedented corruption, and independents staying home rather than supporting either the raving nationalists or proponents of a united Canada–the die was cast.
As big a luminary as Jean Charest was when he entered the lion’s den of Quebec politics, he left, earlier this evening, a lamb.
He lost not only his government, but the very seat in the very region he’s held either as an MP or MNA, for 28 years.
An ignominy that a lesser man might take with unending hurt–and perpetual angst. For, what will become of his legacy in a province on the verge of possible collapse? Should we not be worried?
Their economy is far from stable, Quebec’s resource and manufacturing sectors left floundering–she’s far from the young beauty the rest of the country resented for so long.
Charest, ever the sure, though quiet pugilist, will now presumably ride into the twilight, regardless of his relative youth. Dreams of federal ripsnorter triumphs fading into the setting sun. He was a very good premier of Quebec–for a long while, and will be missed by those that truly understand the province, and her necessary place in this country.
But it was the great leap backward Quebec took in electing a separatist premier, Pauline Marois, a loathsome creature of the past, if there ever was one, and limited only by the minority that binds her–that will define Canada’s spoilt child for the next four years; that will almost certainly bode not particularly well for the country–unless someone steps in.
If Marois lasts that long. If Quebec does?
There are a number of ways this could descend into constitutional oblivion, and all of them. thankfully, must first present themselves before a man you may have heard of.
If there was ever a time when even the Prime Minister’s harshest, most shrill critics should logically be glad he is at the helm while Quebec possibly implodes, it’s now.
He either sinks this putt or there will be no playoff. He either wins this, or it’s over. If Marois pushes too hard, Harper must fight and win, or he’s done.
And there is no federal leader in that zone, at this time. No one.
His opponents should approach this with glee–but for all of the time it will take to remember who they are dealing with: A man that systematically moved the political needle to the right, all while they slept. All through the polemics he loves but loathes, too.
The Prime Minister, for all of his failings (be they few, but significant to many), since securing his majority, has demonstrated a deft handling of the childish and puerile Franco-baiting by Bob Rae, eventually Thomas Mulcair, but by Quebec’s whore, Jack Layton before either of them. Harper, never one to lose such an easy plot knows, instinctively, that the potential for Quebec unrest, will boil down to his ability to demonstrate Marois’ idiocy for what it is: the inefficacy of yesterday’s woman to recognize her best years aren’t just behind her, but long dead.
Remind you of anyone?
Michael Ignatieff was the first to attempt to bait Stephen Harper with the “Quebec Nation” nonsense. And the Prime Minister obliged–somewhat, though with clever caveats and tangible conditions that Quebec still rejected, through two elections, only to discover their irrelevancy.
They gambled and lost.
This is the hallmark of Quebec nationalism and insurgency: Act like an ass and have your’s handed to you.
Far from being necessary–and having fooled themselves of Harper’s need to adopt the ‘Mackenzie King Paradox’ to win his coveted majority (The West and Quebec), our confederation brat, has only their default position to offer: Give us more power.
Or something equally obsequious. Should you not, we’ll leave and take your toys with us.
Or something equally nauseating.
The threat of such a snit, should be met head-on by the Prime Minister. Enough is quite enough. We are all suffering while Quebec takes a larger-than-fair portion of the federal pie. This must end. We’ve had quite enough, thank you.
How much longer are we to be subjected to such impudent, flagrant blackmail? On what other issue will you find Quebec’s two most successful political sons, Pierre Trudeau and Brian Mulroney, essentially covering two sides of the same page?
It’s time Quebec decided that they want to grow up. We make larger payments to them, pay higher prices for their products, cut them more slack and provide generous quarter, at the mere hint of a separatist burp.
And they whine.
Well, it’s time we played this game to the hilt–but cleverly, once and for all. Expose the Pequistes for the shameless lies they tell and empty threats they make.
France won’t have them. They’re broke. America can’t stand them–even they’re not willing to adopt such a headache for all the soil richness of Labrador.
Lance the boil, Mr. Harper. I can’t think of anyone Ms. Marois will find more annoying.
And impossible to beat.
No, without the rest of Canada, Quebec is nothing but a fading star. A surely lacklustre starlet that cannot compete with either British Columbia’s perpetual geo-political position, or Alberta’s economic jet engine–arguments to the contrary be revealed for the drivel peddling they be. Atlantic Canada boasts a better future, for God’s sake.
The nation has changed. Quebec hasn’t. Every time their self-propelled irrelevancy bubbles to the surface, they try to tie a millstone around our necks (with apologies to Benjamin Disraeli).
Well, no more. Are you listening, Prime Minister? Your place in this country’s history awaits. If only Ms. Marois is stupid enough to gift-wrap your pedestal. Do us proud, Sir.
It will be an interesting time for this country.
And it will give Stephen Harper the issue he’ll need to win a second majority.
That’s if he doesn’t take the bait.
And Pauline Marois doesn’t first recognize that she’s got no one left to lie to.