Prime Minister Legault released a new tune to convince us that we could not live without a third link.
So imagine that he wants the Quebec City region to become Quebec’s second metropolis! Hence the urgency of the tunnel…
We dream. Help !
As a new crazy idea to try to boost us, the rednecks of Quebec, let’s admit that we are sailing in worse than worse.
We’re going to make it short: it’s going to be no, not pantout!
The prickly people of the PM’s cabinet may think that the small world of Quebec can no longer dream of living in a big place and that we will “sniff” it, their little line of communication.
No, but I still have the impression that we are taken for clumsies, members of the spectrum of fine steps, with a collective IQ at low tide.
One would swear that Mr. Legault derives his advice from a deficient ChatGPT.
If we wanted to, camp tightly in Cash City, as Luc De Larochelière sings, we would know what to do, we would move.
How many of us have already thought about this hypothesis, and finally decided to stay with it?
Living in a metropolis is exactly what we don’t want and that’s why we crèche in Quebec.
And don’t take it personal, Montrealers.
It’s just that some prefer apple pie and some prefer strawberries. No more complicated than that, no judgment there. Everyone has their little happiness.
It becomes frankly hopeless to see the government accumulating stuff to sell us this political enormity, the third link, when it should be self-evident if the basic reasons for the project were the right ones.
Apostles have even gone so far as to speak of an “ecological” tunnel to praise him. Must be taken badly cursed!
An elected official from the City of Quebec has even spoken of a “heritage” tunnel! No, you’re not fooled, he said “heritage”. From the seed of the Nobel Prize…
After having tested several proofs to support the big tube, that of the second metropolis will not pass for another good reason: our enormous sin of pride!
We are not built to be second in Quebec, so second will be fine!
Our pride is to be THE National Capital of Quebec, THE cradle of the Francophonie in America, and the Accent of America. Boom!
And if that didn’t risk upsetting Valérie in Montreal, I would even dare to add that Quebec is THE capital of the Francophonie of the Americas! In the sense that it is the most important city of the two continents where we live completely in French.
The Last of Usthe fashionable series, it could also be filmed with us, but in French…
In 14 years at the head of the City, I don’t remember a person who told me that they wanted us to become that, a metropolis.
Quite the contrary!
We are happy like kings in our cocoon. Call it village all you want, we don’t care, life is sweet. We take responsibility and we love it!
And do not repeat it too much, we always fear the rush when it is known.
I have often said that we are a “kind” of town. Neither too big nor too small, a unique, safe city, in love with its old street furniture and culture, while valuing and investing in science and innovation.
A town still on a human scale, where you can hear yourself thinking.
The worst is that Mr. Legault seems to present his new motto to us as modernity.
He should know, however, that our old walls hide a very well-kept secret: few cities in the world contain, per inhabitant, as many laboratories and individuals invested in research of all kinds as Quebec.
This is modernity, which is also our cultural environment, our artists who stand out incredibly. They too chose to live in Quebec, often risking their careers there. I admire them!
Modernism is surely not this giant under-river drain project, which science has already downgraded as an obsolete solution.
Finally, we learn that the famous studies would come out soon?
I can’t wait to discover the professionals who will sign them and put their reputations at stake. I would be shaking in my panties if I were them. And we take it for granted that we won’t have to learn or relearn the meaning of the word hazing.
What a chimera!
A twin-tube tunnel? Bipolar for me.
A political solute dating from the time of the Classels and the Beach Boys, who lined up for real, them, at the time, hits!
Excuse her…
Google, kids!
Between us
There are times when the wisdom of the people gives pleasure.
The election of the solidary Guillaume Cliche-Rivard, in Saint-Henri Saint-Jacques, is useful for all of Quebec.
Under any political banner, he should have been elected.
An immigration specialist like him will be beneficial in the debates on this complex question, about which we no longer understand anything.