Theatre of the Absurd


Camp was in a good mood since the weather was perfect: warm days and cool nights, unlike the relentless heat wave in Europe and tourists were patronizing the book store and the beer was fresh and cold. He also had something on his mind. I could tell by the way he tousled his grey curls with the free hand while the  other held on to his pint.

“Here is what I can gleam from scanning the news this week” he said. “The Qatari gifted and gilded Airforce 1 lands in Ankara for the NATO summit and its orange skinned passenger is received like the second coming. All the oxygen is sucked out of the space and guests and onlookers sway and swoon, unsure of their role in this charade. Will they be asked to smile and nod or curtsey or just stand there with hands folded at their backs, choking back bile and clenching buttocks?”

 “As the world watches in disbelieve,” I said.

“I have to say that Trump outdid himself this week. First he inserted himself as chief referee into the FIFA Worldcup.  He made the call to his buddy Fifantino and got the US team’s Folarin Balagun’s red card rescinded. Everybody got mad about this outrageous interference, especially the Belgians who didn’t really know who this guy was until he was suddenly pushed to the front pages. Turns out he plies his trade in France and plays for Monaco.”

 “Isn’t he an American by birthright citizenship, the kind his benefactor wanted the supreme court to disallow.”

“Poor Balogun, not even he could stop the 4:1 trouncing of the Americans by the motivated Belgians. Reverse this! the Belgian soccer federation posted after the game.”

We both shook our heads and concentrated on our drinks for a beat.

“Last Wednesday a federal judge ordered the release of $ 5.8 million to E. Jean Carrol for Trump’s sex abuse and defamation conviction. This comes days after the Supreme Court rejected an appeal by Trump and despite his attempt to get the justices to reconsider. Everybody knows he did it.”

“Everybody also knows now that Trump and his family amassed a fortune somewhere between 3 and 4 billion dollars since his return to the White House, much of it from shady crypto ventures.”

“Yes, and still 36% of Americans approve of this president. What is wrong with these people and what do they want?” I asked, exasperated

“Well, I can tell you that the millions of fundamental religious zealots support him as well as the white supremacy sympathizers and racists and all those that profit from his warmongering and tariff wars,” Camp said.

“Did you read about Meta’s plans to build a 13 million dollar, 1.4 gigawatt data centre north of Edmonton? It will be built on 1750 acres of land, almost twice the size of Stanley Park in Vancouver. Meta claims that if will fully fund a new natural gas generation plant and infrastructure which will consume about the same as 800’000 homes. All this for cloud data storage and AI bots.”

“Remember that Stones song, Get off of my cloud? That should be the new theme song,” Camp said and just in time Vicky served up two mugs of cold, golden lager. Nothing artificial or intelligent about beer.

FIFA World Cup 2026


“Are you watching any of the world cup?” I asked Camp after we settled into our sunny corner at Gramma’s Pub. 

“My brain and intellect tell me to boycott the whole circus because you know that Trump will politicise the games which became evident when Infantino presented him with the FIFA peace trophy at the Kennedy Center.”

 “Yes, that was such an awful cringe moment. Just as bad as accepting an Order of Friendship award from Vladimir Putin. Infantino, who has an ego to match that of his Orange Idol, will be seen as one of the beautiful game’s greatest cowards or as a Guardian article said:  A petty man who lost control of his own tournament.”

“I guess you’re also talking about the US denying entry to the Somali referee, Omar Abdulkadir Artan, because Trump regards Somalis as garbage and crooks. So much for the all-inclusive tournament. Even Russia allowed visa-free travel for its 2018 World Cup.”

“How much money is at stake,” Camp asked rhetorically and answered his own question. “Fifa is projecting revenues of over US$ 10 billion, double of what the 2024 Olympics in Paris made.”

“I guess it’s all about the money Camp.”

“How much of it trickles down to local programs in host cities?”

“Very little to nothing. Fifa keeps all the revenue streams like broadcast, sponsorships and ticket sales. On the other side of the equation the host cities and taxpayers are on the hook to absorb the operating costs.”

“How much will it cost Vancouver and BC to host 7 games?” Camp wanted to know.

“About 100 million dollars. That’s net, counting projected revenues and federal contributions.”

“I don’t even want to think how many long-term beds we could build for that. I guess it’s all circuses for the masses,” Camp said, shaking his head. “And who is paying for the turf upgrade at BC Place?” 

“Because BC Place is owned by the B.C. government through a Crown corporation, the multimillion-dollar installation of the temporary natural grass surface grown in the Fraser Valley, is ultimately covered by public funds.”

“Are you going to any of the Vancouver Games?”

“I’m not going to spend hundreds of dollars to go to a 90 minute game. I don’t like the insane ticket prices which pushes ordinary working people right out of the market nor do I like the politicisation of the game but I’ll probably watch some matches. Maybe right here at the pub or at home. I watched the Swiss and Canada games yesterday. Both of them emphatically trounced their opponents with plenty of pretty moves and goals.” 

Vicky came around with our refills and I asked her if they will show some of the world cup games. 

“Since there is no more hockey or basketball, we’ll show some games and offer drink and food specials.” 

“What’s the beer special?”

“Michelob Ultra for $ 6, brewed in London, Ontario by Labatt. That makes it a Canadian beer.”

“We’ll try one each.”