So here we are on the eve of getting bogged down again in a psychotic episode concerning immigration, the future of French and our political weight in the country. Hello, doctor!
And it might start to stink again. We feel that it would not take much for the sickening miasma of the xenophobic and racist cesspool to escape again.
For lovers of shortcuts, it is always attractive to wade through this filthy swamp.
Of course, it doesn’t help that in Quebec, we are unable to discuss immigration issues without going crazy, and banging our heads against the walls.
But this is not abnormal, in our minority clothes. The subject is more existential here than elsewhere because of our cultural vulnerability, and that’s understandable.
But what is most disillusioning is to see that those who should tackle the problem head-on, insist on working together and finding common solutions, in fact our elected representatives, are not doing so because they all benefit from politically taking advantage of the emotional magma that the idiots of the village that we are live on this issue.
It smacks of political hypocrisy.
And there is no exception to be made between the four parties present in the National Assembly.
All the current faces that sit there are only passing through, whereas the problem will have lasting consequences.
We have the depressing impression that what is called the sense of the State, which should sometimes guide our elected officials, no longer exists, and that politics is no longer anything but a matter of polling and communication strategies completely egocentric.
Ooooh the beautiful naivety!
This reason of state, which made Bourassas, Lévesques or Parizeaus believe that politics required, in certain cases, and at certain times in our history, that the superior interests of the Quebec nation come first, even if it meant putting the partisanship aside, to elevate.
Always dream, my dear!
That’s what we need right now in this thorny issue of immigration. But that’s obviously too much to ask.
I write this and I find myself completely prepubescent, stupid to the limit! Perhaps my absence from the political arena made me amnesiac, and unconsciously developed in me a beautiful youthful innocence.
Of course, poorly controlled and non-francized immigration is a danger for our French language. Stop rehashing it, we’re not stupid, we all know it!
Now, elections are used precisely to elect people to manage and organize solutions to our collective problems, including this one. So what are we waiting for, damned shit!
I guess we are not stupid enough not to prioritize francophone immigration; not incompetent enough not to offer adequate francization services for others; and not structured enough not to process files within a reasonable time.
It can’t be that we are so useless and useless.
And please don’t put the blame on the federal government too quickly, the red herring would be too easy and stupid.
Until we clearly affirm our objectives, supported by the broadest possible consensus, we will remain political featherweights vis-à-vis Ottawa.
But still there would have to be appetite for the beginning of the beginning of a kind of unison.
First and foremost, many have understood that we should not trust the CAQ government, which too often gives the impression that it has a political advantage to hold Quebecers up in the air, insecureand to go there with solutions, or appearances of solutions, à la carte.
He does just enough to maintain his position as a great defender of our identity in the face of immigrant invaders, while remaining a lover of Canada.
The Liberals must please their anglophone and allophone clienteles. And that being the case, their position of opening the gates to immigration, if we have understood correctly, is frightening. They seem all inand that worries a lot.
Quebec solidaire, for its part, in search of a new impetus, is playing a balancing act and seems to be trying to take advantage of the situation to eat away at part of the Liberals’ electoral goodwill. Good luck ! All torn apartsang Robert Charlebois.
And the PQ, he is struggling with the CAQ for the return to the sovereignist house of the most nationalists among us. He always chooses the lowest immigration threshold to subtly suggest to this clientele that he does not want, or wants little, the arrival of new immigrants.
In the meantime, for the CAQ, it works, storm! The division of political forces allows him all possible contradictions, up to denial. And having counted on xenophobia, if not racism during the last elections, a strategy which has been spectacularly successful for her, she will stick to the winning formula.
Quebec is increasingly fueled by division. Montreal and the rest of Quebec have become two different planets. And our politicians make these breaks their bread and butter.
But as the crossbreeding of our society is unavoidable, one day we will have to start dreaming and working to share here a modern and inclusive common project, where we could live together respectfully, and why not fraternally, while protecting, celebrating and developing our French culture.
But as Coluche said: “We believe that dreams are made to come true. That’s the problem with dreams: it’s made to be dreamed. »
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An excellent book by Christine Ockrent on China: The Emperor and the Red Billionaires. The saga of the new very rich Chinese entrepreneurs and the treatment Xi Jinping reserves for them.
Find the creators of Alibaba, Huawei, TikTok, Evergrande and others, caught between Deng’s openness to the “socialist” market economy and the recent withdrawal of the Xi regime.
The Emperor and the Red Billionaires
Christine Ockrent
Observatory Editions
240 pages