The view from the top of the hill

Interesting juxtaposing of stories on the front page of the Globe’s Opinion section today. Neocon David Frum gets the top half of the page and uses it to give us a nostalgia bath about America’s golden age – the “before Trump” era; ie before Trump started “sabotaging the institutions and agencies that protect the United States and sustain the peace of the world.”

Yup, that’s what America’s been up to; sustaining the peace of the world.

In North Korea.

In Vietnam.

In Laos.

In Cambodia.

In Grenada and Panama and Iraq and Afghanistan and so many other places…

Sustaining the peace in the world?

I marvel at how far one must have one’s head up one’s arse to make such a statement.

Yanis Varoufakis gets the bottom half of the page for what is essentially a eulogy for the same neoliberal order that brought us all that peace that Frum laments the passing of.

They can’t both be right.

Strapped on the snowshoes and made my way to the top of the hill this afternoon, just me and the hounds. Bought a pair of those newfangled metal and plastic jobs at Crappy Tire recently because they were on sale. I was an old-school wood and leather guy till last winter, when I blew a binding on a hike around Bass Lake. Took fifteen minutes to get in and an hour and a half to get out.

From the top of our hill I can see the Meaford Tank Range, aka the “4th Division Training Centre Meaford,” a good twenty or thirty miles distant. As much as we revel in being out of harms way, I can’t help but wonder if that might become a target in a worst case scenario. Another reason to say bye-bye to the NATO gang and forge a future as a neutral nation as far as I’m concerned.

Elsewhere in the Globe you’ll find a huge thumbs-up from David Shribman for Frum’s latest book. He shows up a lot in the pages of the Globe & Mail these days. Frum’s book is “a masterful diatribe against Trump’s presidency.” Shribman is another guy who believes America’s golden age ended last January. Nothing like fobbing off a book review to someone who is on the same page of the hymnal as the guy whose book you’re reviewing.

I enjoyed how he pegs Frum as “Canadian royalty.” Interesting to see ourselves through the eyes of an outsider. What is Canadian royalty? Why, you’re Canadian royalty when mom was a marquis name at the CBC and your sister is in the senate. Shribman forgot to mention that Papa Frum’s mega millions helped that other stuff happen.

But maybe I’m being too cynical. I always had the highest regard for Barbara Frum’s journalism, and while Murray Frum may not have invented the strip mall, anybody who can build a fortune out of such a pedestrian concept has my undying respect.

Finally, I have to admit to being alarmed by something Jeremy Freed had in what used to be called the “Style” section of the paper before all those high-priced consultants prevailed in the G & M makeover battles. Apparently ugly fashion is in! Yup, serious people who know the latest trends are looking at folks who dress like me and asking “are they really cool or is that just an ugly outfit?”

So if you see an old geezer in baffed out SAS shuffleboard shoes and baggy jeans loitering about the U of T campus, it’s just me visiting. Say hello if you want, but trust me; I’m NOT cool.

Once I got them on and properly adjusted, the new snowshoes worked out OK. The problem is it took a good twenty minutes for the “adjustment” part of the process. That’s because the plastic bindings are wonderfully pliable in the store at room temperature, but virtually impossible to manipulate in the cold.

I would consider that a major shortcoming in snowshoes.