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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 2001-12-24, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2001. PAGE 5. Other Views A few words about facial hair There are several thousand valid reasons to loathe and despise Osama bin Hidin' and his verminous pack of psychopathic lunatics. I would like to add one more. They've given beards a bad name. Beards are not only common among the mujahadeen - they're mandatory - ordained by a warped interpretation of the Koran which also sentences women to spend their lives living under blankets. But even without the recent bad press, it's been a long time since beards have had a really good public image. It wasn't always that way. Canada was once decidedly beard-friendly. Our first prime minister, Sir John A. Macdonald, flirted with facial fuzz from time to time. George Brown, his political rival and founder of what became The Globe and Mail sported a hedge of chin whiskers that could have been used to sweep chimneys. Back then, a good full beard denoted prosperity, steadfastness and, well...virility. Most public figures, if they wore trousers, also wore beards. • JP Times change. Check out the White House in Washington or Whitehall in London - scarcely a five-o'clock shadow, never mind a chin whisker. Same on Parliament Hill. There's nary an unshaven mug in the Chretien cabinet (as befits a collection of submissive human sock puppets). . Matter of fact, I can't think of any major Canadian public figure who's bearded. Even Don Cherry shaved off that goofy goatee he sported for a while. Bernard Landry, the talkative premier of Quebec, seems to have developed a knack of making public statements that he has not carefully thought out. Perhaps he did this before he ever became premier but that does not matter. The fact is that he is making them now and not doing the cause of separatism in Quebec any great favours. (Not that we want him to!) His first major gaffe was to refer to the Canadian flag as a red rag (un torchon rouge) and great was the backtracking when the general anger, even in Quebec, became abundantly clear. He kept his head down for a while but it didn't last. In a recent convoluted speech to the youth wing of the Parti Quebecois, he offered the opinion that Quebec could either go the way of the Catalans or the Taliban. Getting carried away by such...rhclurld, he then went on to drag in the Welsh and the Scots, both of which, according to Mr. Landry, already have "nation" status while poor old Quebec is forced to suffer on within the suffocating confines of the Canadian confederation. Does this comparison confuse you? Don't worry; it confused just about everybody, including members of his own party. Mr. Landry was presumably trying to inspire the youth of his party to greater things but foreign history is not one of their strong points and the rhetoric of their leader went right past them. Mr. Landry needs some immediate foreign history coaching so perhaps we can give him a bit right now. Let's start with the Catalans. They are located in the north-eastern part of Spain in a piovince called Catalonia and speak a distinct language similar to Spanish. Yet, they have no more autonomy, if as much, as Quebec and certainly they do not restrict the use of Spanish as does Mr. Landry does to English in Quebec. In addition, French is spoken all over Canada whereas Catalan is spoken only in the province of Catalonia. If the Quebec premier wants to hold the Catalans up as the way of the future, he might well find that he would have to give up some of the rights he has in Canada. How would that go over with francophone voters in Quebec? There is a serious dearth of positive bearded role models out there. Nowadays, beards flourish only in environments friendly to Middle Eastern fundamentalists, obscure university profs, Grateful Deadheads, lumberjacks, mountain men and religious zealots with private gun arsenals and multiple wives. Plus, well....me, actually. Aside from a rash (pun intended) moment in the late '70s when I allowed my jaw to be clear cut in order to raise money for charity, I've had an upholstered chin for more than 30 years. Why? Why not? The question isn't why some men have beards, but rather why most men voluntarily submit to the barbaric custom of scraping the bottom half of their faces with a sharp instrument seven days a week and sometimes twice on Sunday. The Irish playwright/intellectual -George Bernard Shaw, who had enough fur on his face to knit a throw rug, said his beard was inspired by his father. "I was about five at the time," said Shaw, "and I was-standing at my father's knee whilst he was shaving. I said to him 'Daddy, why do you shave?' He looked at me in silence for a Raymond Canon The International Scene I might add that the Spanish government has given no consideration whatsoever to granting Catalonia its independence; not even one referendum has been held, let alone two. Now, let's take a look at those Welsh and Scots that Landry also envies. Here he is on decidedly more shaky grounds. He is lucky that his audience was not too well acquainted with British political history or they would know something that the Quebec premier failed to mention. The Scots, and especially the Welsh, have considerably fewer rights than does the Quebec National Assembly. Mon Dieu! Would he want the province to take a step or two backwards, even further than those Continued from page 4 we take only what we need. You have it within your power to prevent pain and suffer- ing. How often do you use that power wisely? You pen us up in small cages. Raise us for food. Subject us to experiments of every kind, never again to feel the sun on our face, the gentle caress of the wind and the rain, nor the earth beneath our feet. Is this your God-given right? By land, sea and air, you invade our homes. Kill us when there is no need. When someone destroys a work of man, you call him a vandal. When someone destroys a work of God and nature, you call him a sportsman. Your language, for all of its forms, for all of its beauty, makes you believe that you can truly explain away all of your actions and escape their terrible consequences. Did you think it could go on this way forever-I-Just because you said it is so? So you see, as well celebrating the first full minute, before throwing the razor out the window, saying, 'Why the hell do I?' He never shaved again." Still, there's no denying that some folks just can't handle the sight of a fur-rimmed mandible. I sense it, sometimes, when I'm introduced to a stranger and they recoil like they've been asked to do a slow dance with Fidel Castro. Some folks just flat out don't like beards. But that's okay. I've found that, by and large, I don't much like people who don't like beards, so my face fur serves as a social marker buoy to help us avoid close contact. And anyway, I think the tide is turning on beardophobia. Tom Hanks showed the world that beardos can be good guys. In the movie Castaway, Hanks cultivated a crop of facial fleece that cried out for a Masseyi-Harris combine-harvester. (Mind, you he was marooned on a desert island. His only option would have been self-mutilation with a clamshell.) Yet it's not as if we're entirely bereft of other positive bearded icons. We have it on biblical authority that Jesus and his disciples wore beards. For every Marx, there's a Moses. For every Ted Kaczynski, there's a Kenny Rogers. Not to mention the most famous bearded hugbunny of all - the guy who'll be making house calls real soon. PS: If you're going to leave a treat, make it ginger ale, not Coke or Pepsi. Colas can leave an unseemly stain on white whiskers. admired Catalans? . As in Spain, the British government has no plans to grant either Scotland or Wales their independence nor is there any great screaming that either place be turned into a "nation." But Mr. Landry has yet to answer a question I asked a few months ago. What about the plight of those poor, oppressed French- speaking Swiss or their Italian speaking cousins for that matter? Do they not know how horrible it is to be part of a minority? Why are they all not clamoring for independence or voting in overwhelming numbers to return to France from where their ancestors came several centuries ago? Why, Mr. Landry? Because they know when they are well Off. They live in a country that resembles Canada to a great degree, that is, a country where the French minority is treated fairly. Some might say overly. Perhaps what galls Mr. Landry is that more and more French speaking people in Quebec are coming to the same conclusion. He should give these comparisons a rest. Either that or take an intensive course in foreign history. Christmas of the New Millennium, it is also a time not just to reflect on your religious beliefs, but a time to take a hard look at where we've been and where we're all going. All of us. Because the way you treat us, is a reflection of the way in which you treat each other. If we lose, then so does everyone else. The true measure of a person is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where they stand in times•of conflict and controversy. And you have to ask yourselves, each one of you, where you really stand. Guarding our future is in your hands. I hope we haven't offended you. But if we have, then after 2,000 years, maybe it's about time. God rewards kindness to animals. And if you don't believe in God, then maybe you should at least believe in common sense..." Al Hickey Michael O'Sullivan Humane Society of Canada. .410, What I'd like to give After all the hustle, all the scurry, that special day is close at hand. It's a perfect time, one of serenity,/ beauty and the physical evidence of just how great are our blessings. Sitting before our Christmas tree one evening, calmed by the sparkling lights, the silence of a quiet winter's eve, I surveyed all around me with an open and relaxed mind. My family, my home, all that I love and all that I have are here. Reflecting on recent days there have been spiritual and social occasions to enrich our lives. And the bounty beneath the tree offers a reminder that life has not just been good to us, but has spoiled us a little. For many the material riches of Christmas are not as plentiful as they are for others. In the spirit of the season those with more do what they can to make the season a little cheerier for those with less. And yet, when I consider these offerings I can't help thinking the best gifts, whether rich or poor, can often only be wished for. Our little grandson, who, with such a merry disposition appropriately celebrates his birthday as well amidst the festive whirl, will enjoy copious amounts of gifts before all is said and done. With first-time grandparents on both sides, a number of doting aunts and uncles, as well as the enthralled extended family members there's little question that he is the beneficiary of a good deal of spoiling. Thus far he seems none the worse for it, so I certainly am not likely to rein in anytime soon. However, there is little doubt in my mind that the presents under the Christmas tree with his name on it are truly not the ones I would like to give him. If I could, I,would give my grandson first the gift of peace, that he might forever enjoy the security of a conflict-free existence. I can think of nothing better for our children than a world in which all are equal, where there is no war; nor hatred. This present would not be wrapped because such freedom should not be bound. Next I would wish for him good health, so that the peaceful world in which he now would live could be enjoyed to its fullest. A long life, free from pain and illness, stress and anxiety, is a rare gift to be found. But if I could bestow it on him I would do so gratefully, approiiriately packaging it in fresh air and water. The next gift under his tree would be security: There is a song from Sweeney Todd, that states, "Nothing can harm you, not while I'm around." Lovely sentiment, but as everyone who has lived longer than a minute can attest, impossible to uphold. Wouldn't it be nice if we could protect our children from all the evils and danger which exist in society? Such comfort must be wrapped in a protective parent's iron will. The next present is somewhat more tangible than the others on the list, but carries with it a level of responsibility from the giver. I would give to him a special book. Between its covers he would discover enlightenment,. . and intelligence. Through education he will be guided and nurtured. With all of these gifts our little boy would not necessarily need the next one. Prosperity, however, bound in gold, would enhance this perfect life. And finally, the last wish I have for him is that he continue to know and feel unconditional love. This he could find wrapped, of course, in a an adoring hug. Foot in mouth disease again Letters to the Editor -