Elbows Up


‘Now that the election is over and everybody can go back to their lives, what do you think is in store for us this summer?’

‘Do you mean for the two of us or the world in general?’

‘I think they both intertwine. What’s good for the world is good for us and the same goes for the opposite. The world goes for shits, so do we.’

‘Clare is in the garden, I’m in the hammock reading my book and the sun rises every day in a predictable place. Summer is coming early which can mean many things. Fires, water shortages, holidays, swimming, sailing and generally spending more time outside. Personally, I like this time of year the best. Everything is in bloom or flowering, the birds are looking to nest, the frogs are croaking and the days are getting longer.’

‘I suppose this is a good life from your perspective. Of course, there are those in much worse shape than you and me and our little community by the water. All you have to do is turn on the telly or look at the news feeds on your phone or open a paper. Wars in Africa, the Russians crashing the European party, the Catholics looking for an old man to lead them and the idiot bully in the White House reshaping the world and making everybody, except his billionaire friends, poorer.’ 

‘You sound a tad maudlin there, Camp. Maybe you should have a shot of something to soothe the ripples. How about some of that local vodka or rum. Distilled right here on the Sunshine Coast. ‘

‘You’re a funny one. You know I can’t handle hard liquor. Let me stick to beer and the odd bottle of wine Muriel procures for dinner and I’m a happy camper. ‘

‘What always bothers me is the general state of the world and the direction we’re heading in. The environment, the fascist politics, the mail-order consumer society,’ I said. ‘I’m glad that Carney won the election but he will soon find out that managing people is a lot more challenging than managing numbers. Everybody will be lining up with their hands out from the Premiers to the First Nations, from the healthcare providers to the auto-workers, from the pensioners to the military.’

‘The good news is that the wife of our newly elected prime minister, Diana Fox Carney, is a world-renowned climate change policy expert, and active in several environmental and social justice causes and think tanks. She has degrees in economics from Oxford and an MA in international relations from the University of Pennsylvania.  She was also a star hockey player on the women’s Oxford Ice Hockey Club where she met her future hubby who played goal for the men’s team. Her Wikipedia entry fills a couple of dense pages. She is definitely a major influencer on her husband. They also found time to raise four daughters, all successful individuals.’

‘Elbows Up indeed. As the saying goes: Behind every successful man there is a good woman,’ I said.

‘Actually, the whole quote is by Mark Twain and it goes on to say that behind every unsuccessful man there are two women,’ Camp said grinning, while finishing his first pint.

‘Well, our new PM has five women behind him.’

‘You two look like you’re having a good time,’ Vicky said when she brought around another round of suds. ‘You must be relieved at the election results, even though we are as divided as the Americans.’

‘We are indeed,’ Camp said, but I think we got the right man at the right time.’

‘Let’s hope that brain wins over brawn,’ Vicky quipped. 

‘I’ll drink to that,’ I said.

Divided by Choice


‘The difference between the two main parties has never been this great and the chasm that separates their world view never that deep. What’s going to happen next week, after the US election?’ I asked Camp who ambled in, deposited his coat over the chair and took a load off his feet. Must be tiring standing on your feet all day long I thought.

            ‘No matter who wins it will be chaos. If Trump wins, the groan of defeat will be heard all over the world. If Harris somehow squeaks in, the thumping and yelling, the lies and the shouts of anger from the MAGA crowd will be deafening.’

            ‘You think there will be violence? Will the defeated take up arms, smash their way into the news and TV screens into our homes?’

            ‘Well, the Trump crowd will not go quietly into the night. They will cry foul with their chief cheerleader the loudest. With Harris, she will be magnanimous, knowing there will be another day and she will have another chance in four years. What scares me is that windsock J.D. Vance, one cheeseburger and one heartbeat away from the presidency, should Trump somehow win this crazy contest.’

            ‘I’m almost afraid to watch,’ I said. ‘Maybe we’ll just tune in to another episode of ‘Murder in a small Town’, the L.R. Wright TV series that was filmed here last year. It shows up Gibsons just like it is and we like the main characters.’

            ‘Yeah, I haven’t had a chance to watch. Puts our little town on the map. Should be good for tourism. I could sure use more customers at the store.’

            We both looked out at the grey, blustery water for a beat.

            ‘I have a confession to make,’ I said, hoping that Camp would be easy on me.

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The Next Wave


            It rained all day which was a welcome reprieve from the unrelenting dry weather here on the Pacific North West. It actually felt good and everything perked up: The plants, the trees and even the people. That was about the only good news last week. We’re back to mask mandates, and the icu’s are filling up with the unvaccinated.

            ‘I don’t have any compassion for these idiots but my heart goes out to the health care workers who have to deal with them,’ I said to Camp, who held up both his hands and asked me to sit down and take a sip of this fine beer.

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The Cost of Warfare


 ‘What do you make of the chaotic mess in Afghanistan?’ I asked Camp who was busy reading off his new smart phone. 

            ‘It’s a humanitarian disaster of an epic scale and the world’s leaders spout grandiose sentiments and wag fingers but nobody is doing much of anything to help. This is surely Biden’s largest miscalculation. Mind you he supported both Bush’s wars in Iraq. Instead of listening to the experts as he did with regards to the pandemic, he let political optics guide his ill-fated decision. Throwing millions of women and children under the bus. For what? Twenty years of occupation and military deployment, trillions of dollars spent, 3500 US and allied soldiers killed, 3800 civilian US contractors killed, 66’000 Afghan military and police and over 47’000 Afghan civilians dead, against 51’000 Taliban. And now this chaotic withdrawal and collapse of the Afghan regime. How many people died in the twin towers on 9/11?’

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Post-Election Beers


It’s sunny once again and the endless days of rain long forgotten. ‘The elections are over, and we have a minority government, just as I predicted,’ I said to Camp who was busy on his phone.

‘Just adding up some numbers,’ he said apologizing.  ‘Christmas is coming and Kelly, my new help, seems to manage me along with the store. She wants the November and December sales stats for the last five years. She thinks it will help to build a strategy for the upcoming season.’

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