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Pierre-Luc Gagnon June 19, 2012
I’ve decided to use this blog to launch a new concept: “Tombstone beer.” At its most basic, the idea is quite simple; I crack open a beer and write an editorial on some hot topic, on whatever it is that’s been bothering, tormenting, endlessly eating away at me. For this first installment of Tombstone beers, I’m committed to critically analyzing this touching advert starring Jean Charest and his halo of divine clarity. In order to truly savour the beauty of this exercise, let’s take things sip by sip:
“Being Premier of Québec isn’t a popularity contest.”
-Really? So why run ads to boost your popularity?
“It’s the least we can say, considering the turbulent times Québec is going through.”
-To hear him speak, you’d think he were in a plane while burping garlic through a ofcouple air pockets. Hello? Quebec isn’t experiencing turbulence, it’s a social crisis you initiated and that you are arbitrarily maintaining for your own electoral gains. It’s about time your private jet lands so that you can face reality.
“Being Premier means working for all Québécois.”
-Unless you mean the thousands of Québécois who are in the streets every night. And also the voters of Argenteuil, who sent you a clear message at the beginning by storming one of your strongholds.
Jean-Claude Lord, filmmaker June 7, 2012
Original French Text: http://www.ledevoir.com/politique/quebec/351950/il-etait-une-fois-un-leader-genial
Photo Caption: Students protesting at Place Emilie-Gamelin in Montreal. Could it be that this youth craving a more just and humane society are not merely a flash in the pan, but that they will make the human being slumbering in each one of us proud?
Let me tell you a story, a story with a lesson… fictional of course. After all, it’s been my work for nearly fifty years to be a storyteller.
Once upon a time, there was an absolutely brilliant government leader, who sincerely cared for the welfare of his population. For many years, his people had been sleeping. The baby boomers had turned their backs on the “utopian” ideals of their youth to lazily enjoy the rewards of their struggles of days long past. Meanwhile, the leader and his cronies, feet firmly grounded, cast an aura of wealth and certainty.
Even the young generation, apathetic and individualist, preened in contentment, oblivious to the alleged injustices all around them that were gradually becoming more and more repugnant.