The article below in the Global News informs us of the following: “Trudeau defends Singh, says systemic racism needs to be called out”
Mr. Trudeau is dividing us one against the other.
By doing so, he is projecting his “unconscious stupidity” on all of us.
This is the worst kind of “unconscious bias” to have when we are the leader of a country.
He is also sadly reminding us why Québec wants to be a separate country. Is this a good thing for Canada, Mr. Trudeau? Is this what you want?
Yesterday, Bambi celebrated her 30 years in Canada, an unforgettable happy day, even if the preceding one is perhaps one of the saddest days of he life. She is saying so because this is when she returned with her family, to Beirut from Cyprus, a nearby country/island, under the shelling, to quickly pack whatever could be packed… and to say good-bye to loved ones left behind in the danger of the last round of combat.
Sadly, she has never imagined, over the past three decades, that a day will come where she would be worried about the future of Canada like that… and no, it is not because of the pandemic and its economic consequences. It is because of the cultural and intellectual decay.
More than ever, we need a leader to unite us. Unfortunately for us, Mr. Trudeau lacks both leadership and wisdom.
To conclude this post, Bambi will allow herself to borrow Mr. Gibran Khalil Gibran’s powerfully wise words, published in the Garden of the Prophet. They were meant for the Lebanon of 1934 (perhaps still valid now?). This means that they were NOT meant for neither the USA, nor Canada… nor the Western world!
You may wish to check the bold sentence at the very end… Is this Mr. Trudeau’s vision for Canada?!
“Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion,
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest,
And drinks a wine that flows not from its own wine press.
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.
Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.
Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another with trumpetings again.
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.
Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.”
