Jason Goes to Ottawa


I can't believe how grateful I am that Jason Kenney is taking a delegation of 8 cabinet ministers and civil servants to Ottawa to demand a fair deal for Alberta. I say that because Alberta has been given such a raw deal all these years. Sure, we’ve been the richest province in the country and we still have the highest per capita income but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t get what Quebec has, our own pension plan and police force but we also want our own healthcare system without interference from the federal government. That way it could be public or private or whatever.

Some may argue that Quebec has a distinct language and culture but we have oil. Oil’s made us rich and therefore distinct. Sure, the demand for our oil is diminishing and may never get back to where we were in 2014, but if we have faith and we stop all” Negative Nancys” and “Debbie Downers” making their horrible comments on social media and in public, maybe we can turn this province around.

And yes, I’m also talking to you teachers. I don’t care one whit about critical thinking skills. That just adds doubt and doubt gets in the way of positive thinking. Negative thinking won’t bring the good paying oil related jobs back to Alberta. Every person in the province has to start praying at least once a day and then I think, for sure, the jobs will come back. It’s not going to hurt, right?

As well as wanting a fair deal, Jason is also demanding a fixed date for the completion of the Transmountain Pipelines. Sure, Justin had no control over the courts responsible for the delay but that doesn’t mean he can’t be blamed. It’s kind of like that saying in “Field of Dreams.” “Build it and they will come.” In this case, it could be, “Create the narrative, and they will believe.”

Then, there’s the fact that the federal government bought the pipeline to ensure that it would be built and the oil would get to tidewater. A private company might have eventually purchased it but what if one didn’t? The building of the pipeline would have been greatly delayed. But, is Jason grateful? No, he’s demanding that the pipeline be built by a certain date. It’s like your neighbour offering to build a shared fence with none of your assistance and then you demand that it’s completed by Friday. Now, that’s chutzpah. Oops, I mean daring cause isn’t chutzpah Yiddish which is another word for Jewish which Jason Kenney certainly is not. More on that later.

Jason leading prayer at breakfast


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