Canada has an inferiority complex. If the nation could be anthropomorphized as a person, it would be a person who is incredibly jealous of its best friend and neighbour to the south, the United States of America.
And rightly so, as America is the best goddamn country in the world.
But I digress.
While the character of a nation isn’t wholly the reflection of its head of state (if anything the reverse is true), the head of state does perhaps have more influence on said character than the average individual citizen. If we can accept this premise, all we need to know about Canada can be gleaned from studying its Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau.
I’m gonna be honest, I don’t like ths guy. That said, I’m gonna try and give him (and the country) a fair shake herein.
As the son of a former Prime Minister, the argument could be made that a big part of Trudeau’s success was the strength of his name. While I think there is truth in that appraisal, it actually doesn’t bother me. I recognize the importsance of dynasties for political stability, even if they are interrupted by the span of a couple decades. It’s called an Interregnum. And if I objected on any level Trudeau leveragin his name, it would strike me as inconsistent with my other view that Donald Trump was in the right when he promoted his children to positions of power in his administration. Properly bounded and advised, I think that an underqualified individual in a stable situation can keep an even keel much more easily than a qualified person can weather a storm. So, no: I don’t have a problem with dynastic continuity. Even nepotism -I get it! I have gotten jobs and positions based on who I know, and if it’s okay at my low level and the patterns of power repeat upward and and downward at all levels to infinity, then I can’t criticize it on principle.
The above photo. It lambasts our weiner-kid PM for his penchant for dress-up. Again, this doesn’t bother me. It does make me cringe insofar as wearing traditional cultural garb seems like blatant pandering, but it just makes me wish that he would use greater discretion, not refrain from trying.
On this penchant for dress-up, the following image came out today:
Yep, that’s him in blackface (well, brownface) at theme party in 2001. Naturally, the memes have already been fire:
But here’s thing: While the internet is losing its shit, and while conservative friends whom I have a lot of political overlap with are lambasting him, I find myself not caring.
Two reason really:
1) Blackface has never bothered me. It’s overblown and stupid to let “completing” be considered racism.
2) We need to stop diggind up a person’s past and sacrifing them in the present because of it.
I don’t like Trudeau. He is sanctimonious, incompetent and a hypocrite. That should be the crux of objections against him. Instead his detractors look at this blast form the past and get excited acting like they don’t cry foul when their political opponents resort to this samer shit. It’s equivocal and silly.
Trudeau did nothing wrong back in 2001. He did a lot wrong in subsequent years when he set himself up for a bigger fall by portraying a standard of virtue which was impossible to live up to. But sweet, young Justin in 2001 was well within the grounds of acceptability.
What does this have to do with Canada?
Like its PM, Canada has to decide who it wants to be because its obviously not working. We’ve successfully alienated our closest ally in the US and now instead of the US’s best friend, we are 5th or 6th somewhere after Brazil, Japan, North Korea and the UK.
Canada has to decide what it wants to be known for. It’s a country of mediocrity; its never excelled at anything for a long enough time to be known for that thing. I know what I’m talking about here because I have fallen into the same rut in my own life. I have been an okay soldier, an okay, student, and okay, labourer, an okay writer, an okay yoga teacher, an okay jeweler, an okay actor, etc. in my time. Okay isn’t good enough. Be bold. Pick something and focus on it. Stop keeping all of your costumes in your closet. Pick one and stick to it and throw all the rest out.
I am mad at my country but maybe I am more mad at me. We do tend to hate the things about others that we hate most about ourselves. Call it Canada Syndrome or whatever, but I need to mature and focus and so does my stupid country.
And Justin Trudeau? I don’t hate this guy. I love this guy because I AM this guy.
Am I gonna vote for him in the next election? No…but then I wouldn’t vote for my non-committal ass either.
And if I had to pick one country to be reborn in? Well, I wouldn’t pick Canada either.
I guess I picked a good time to return home and go back to school: I need it and evidently my country does too.