Until today, I had a secret.
Since last September my response to a right-wing surge in western/eastern culture, brought on by years of 911 leading to theofacism, is to play with watercolor paint. My goal is 10,000 hours. So, at three hours a day, this will take 3,333.3 days or just over 9 years. Today, my artly skills and expectations are still very low. Politics is still troubling. Am I sharing my production? Probably not, not unless we share some tea first.
Yet, even art is about politics.
Dear Justin Trudeau … It’s not all about the jobs. It’s about the law too. It’s about social and environmental justice. How do you even know it’s the 21st century? Certainly not by dirty pipeline expansions.
If jobs are required in northern Alberta, how about developing the resource in situ? How is it sustainable to ship the dirty mess across the globe and then ship it back as finished? It certainly isn’t sustainable for the whales of the Salish Sea. It isn’t sustainable for the tourism industry that in part relies on a pristine coastal environment.
Justin, I just don’t get you anymore. How does a perfectly rational, 21st century feminist, Pinker reader, privileged with kids, son of PET, start thinking that bigger pipelines and bigger tankers are a good idea? How does that even happen in your head in 2018?
In anycase, it’s not too late for you to get on the justice side of history. Just do it, Justin. Save the whales.