The Passive Perversity of Canadian Elites
The real Canada, the spirit of Canada lies in the truckers, the descendants of the actual founders of the country.
This piece first appeared in Michael Walsh’s Pipeline earlier this month. Walsh is the intellectual Godfather of our Reclamation movement. His books on the destruction of Western Civ informs the work of everyone fighting the Communist takeover of North America and I am proud to be associated with him.
Canada’s only readable political scientist, Barry Cooper, made a nice distinction a few years back. “America’s boomers,” he said, “innovated. Canada’s built a vast sclerotic bureaucracy that has shut down the future.” I’m paraphrasing Barry in that last phrase, but when I was growing up in Montreal, the most ambitious older boys were taking foreign service exams purported to be damned hard, but which ushered in a virtuous life swanning around embassies and consulates promoting “peace.” Marrying one of them became a goal for my group of debs who foresaw a life of garden parties in exotic locales.
This vision of Canada's role in the world was led by the distinctly pacifist prime minister Lester Pearson, who managed to rebrand Canada as a peace broker via peacekeeping troops, public relations, and a strong presence at the United Nations, and by the Marxist Pierre Elliot Trudeau, who succeeded him; together, the two men managed to shut down any spirit of entrepreneurial energy or indeed vigour in the country. Henceforward, we were to be the patsies of the known universe. Got a problem? We’ll turn up, hand out blankets, and pose for photos. One of our Generals, Romeo D’Allaire was stationed in Rwanda during the massacre, without the direction or resources to stop the killing of one million people.
No one seemed to notice the absurdity.
Here's a secret. Canada, modern Canada, was built by the toughest, sinewy-est, meanest bunch of people the world has ever seen. Called Scotch-Irish, they were largely Celtic Borderers, those medieval mercenary gangs who lived on or near the battlefields between Scotland and England. In 1603, James, in an attempt at unity, hanged or ran off as many of the warriors as possible to northern Ireland. Over the ensuing 150 years they scattered to the New World, to the Antipodes and Africa. One-third died on the voyage. Fierce advocates of self-determination, after near half a millennium of Anglo-Scots oppression, if hardship meant freedom, they welcomed it.
In the U.S., they peopled the mountains of the Carolinas, and out west, they are credited with building the cowboy way. The Nicsouns, my clan, were a riding clan, one of The (terrifying) Names of the border. They lived on horseback, earned money as cattle thieves, as mercenaries. Elizabeth I said with 10,000 such men, James I could topple any throne in Europe. Small holdings weren't possible since periodically, the Scots and English armies tore up every harvest, burned every house. In the summers, harnesses jangling, they’d drive their livestock into the highlands of the Lake District, living like aboriginals, in easily the most ecstatic scenery in the British Isles.
Settling Canada in the little ice age, was easy, even fun. With no competition but the weather and terrain, they exulted in the grand scope of the country. In both WW1 and 2, they formed the tip of the spear in the British army, so violent and explosive they terrified the Germans. To my mind, they built the basic, the fundamental idea, the spirit, of the country. Not the Indians, not the voyageurs, not French Canada. Left to themselves, they’d continue their pastoral lives. The Scotch-Irish, born fighting, had other ideas.
You can see them today in the trucker convoy and you can see the revulsion for them in elite opinion. Canada is run largely by Boomers and Gen-Xers, who decided against war, or indeed much in the way of any effort whatsoever, and they live cushy, safe lives, buoyed by an endless supply of debt, borrowed against the energy wealth of the nation they refuse to develop or use. I could argue that our media oligarchy and the rest of Canada who are fed by the public purse, act in some kind of revulsion of their ordinary small-town pasts. Because when the Scotch-Irish finally found peace, they embraced it fully in town and city life that was impressive in its order and cohesion. Not good enough for their descendants who were hungry for sophistication, for power, for self-indulgence, for displaying their smashing virtue by selling off the work of their ancestors.
At the end of January, a widely respected CBC journalist was murdered in one of Toronto’s formerly safe neighbourhoods. The elites have practiced a kind of perversion of Christianity, inviting floods of the disaffected, many still living their violent clannish ways, into mainstream Canada, and he was murdered by one of them. Up until recently, the result of their malign policies has redounded on the ordinary, normals, the truckers and the plurality that support them, those without access to the CBC or the unending debt pouring forth from the Bank of Canada.
We are a country in sharp decline. We sit on top of unimaginable wealth that could create cities filled with new immigrants from the tempest-tossed countries of the past. Wealth that could fuel a smart green future, once the economics of it are worked out. Thanks to our nasty environmental movement, the Oil Sands companies have invented world-beating reclamation technologies allowing extraction that can have little impact on the environment. Instead, our expensively trained engineers are bent to simple tasks, much like forcing physicists to use an abacus. Meanwhile, up North, lie seams and pits of valuable minerals.
There is a metaphor for the country that could not be more apt. In northern Ontario, sits the Ring of Fire, an actual cache of resources so rich they could create another Golden Age and not just for the frozen north. One hundred miles away lie indigenous communities in which despairing kids routinely kill themselves year after year after year. One of my young cousins taught there until she couldn’t stand losing another student. They don’t even have roads, they can’t get to a shopping mall, much less a city.
The Ring of Fire has been controlled for the past ten years by one of Canada’s worst politicians, a Liberal Party member named Bob Rae, who exactly typifies a boomer so self-indulgent and prideful and stupid that he squats over the mineral reserves, commissioning endless studies aimed at redressing imaginary wrongs. Only now is he considering development.
It will take at least another ten years and $100 million before it happens. Aboriginal children die, while Rae luxuriates in his faux virtue. It’s a perfect picture of our ruling class, our lost country.
Elizabeth Nickson was trained as a reporter at the London bureau of Time Magazine. She became European Bureau Chief of LIFE magazine in its last years of monthly publication, and during that time, acquired the rights to Nelson Mandela’s memoir before he was released from Robben Island. She went on to write for Harper’s Magazine, the Guardian, the Observer, the Independent, the Sunday Telegraph, the Sunday Times Magazine, the Telegraph, the Globe and Mail and the National Post. Her first book The Monkey Puzzle Tree was an investigation of the CIA MKULTRA mind control program and was published by Bloomsbury and Knopf Canada. Her next book, Eco-Fascists, How Radical Environmentalists Are Destroying Our Natural Heritage, was a look at how environmentalism, badly practiced, is destroying the rural economy and rural culture in the U.S. and all over the world. It was published by Adam Bellow at Harper Collins US. You can subscribe to her Welcome to Absurdistan Substack at elizabethnickson.substack.com/
Article tags: aboriginal suicide, Bob Rae, border clans, Justin Trudeau, Lester Pearson, Mel Gibson, Ring of Fire, Scotch-Irish
Great piece. I felt slighted as I am a GenX'er whose been to war, designs and manufactures durable goods at high profits(which generates yuge taxes), and has a night job as a volunteer firefighter... Raised our three kids to do the same. And they are even though they can't afford to live here now.
But you are right, looking back to my class of '87, the start of computing in daily life... Some of us work hard and work to preserve our Constitution, BUT some of us have had very easy lives and those easy riders are now in power here in MN and elsewhere and it is ghastly.
I have to say this since you are Canadian and it is only half tongue-in-cheek... You have to reconcile how man-baby Justine just looks sooo much like potential father Fidel. :-D. Justine's parents were noted partiers, swingers, and lovers of Castro. They were in Castro's company on the potential date of Justine's...
This American LOVES Canadian Patriots!
Have a wonderful day!
Canadian patriotism is almost an oxymoron. It's as though loving Canada is considered gauche, a relic of the past. What's embraced is all the wokery nonsense & environmentalism, both of which are patently absurd inversions of logic & real research (& thoroughly leftist). Canada is quietly destroying itself by its worship of the Left & its dogma. I've lived outside Canada for 25 years & I still feel its suffocating falsity.
I can't help but find Putin & the New (revived) Russia a breath of fresh air. It's ironic that we Canadian & American patriots live under a repressive apparatus as debilitating as the Soviet system. China meanwhile (the darling of the Left) remains the hell plane of social engineering that emerged from its ghastly Cultural Revolution. Frankly, I don't see the real foundational ethos of the US or Canada surviving.