After the parade
So here we are, the 15th of July, after Canada Day passed largely uneventfully for me...150 years of this country as of July 1st.
Then there was the 4th of July, when an American ventured north of the border in Vancouver, expecting verbal fireworks or a fight at the local 7-11, trying to goad me for his date for the night.
And then the Orange Day parades in Northern Ireland on the 12th and Donald Trump and Emmanuel Macron observing a military flypast and a brass band for Bastille Day on the 14th.
So I feel our nation, which is made up of smaller nations, is under multiple threats, a lot of which it does not recognize but I do, having both traveled and stayed local to see a sea of change in the humanity and inhumanity. No matter what, the world moves in next door. Revolutions come and go, as do refugees and not all deserve our welcome. The idea that we have no culture or that it is like some bland Pablum baby formula spoon fed to us by our parents, is insulting.
The CBC does not always get it right and they often have their hobby horses going nowhere fast as the world changes around us. Jobs from architecture to law are being affected by automation- as will be long-distance drivers.
Metrics often determine who gets employed- or it could be as simple as your postal code, as socio-economic class decides so much, as do other hidden factors.
And forest fires and floods and windstorms which can cause you to lose it all. As can the algorithms deciding the choice of books offered or the stock performance of your national pension funds or union pension fund...inducing panic selling when it dips below 10 or 20% on a rumour or a terrorist attack.
The world can change in the blink of an eye...although there is usually a long, slow buildup but sometimes, it appears as lightning quick. More about that later...
The above is the name of a Breton folk dance from southern Brittany, tro= foot, an dro= the foot, but this one translates as a step without head for tail. In Breton, I would say "pennad foll".
I have not been in Brittany since about twenty years ago, mostly in Quimper/ Kemper, but also Brest. And Nantes- an Naoned in Breton- "an naon" being the words for "the hunger" or "the starvation" in Breton. It was the site of thr Château of the Dukes of Brittany, from where the Edict of Nantes was issued guaranteeing religious liberty. It had a sad end, with the St. Bartholomeuw's Day Massacre of Protestants, which on a scale o
f French bloodletting was only about 5000 people, but the rather industrial-minded French Protestants- the Huguenots- fled to Germany, England, Scotland, Switzerland, Bohemia, and even South Africa and North America.
While I recognise that the times have changed, they were not so kind in more recent times to the Jews. I do not blame this on all of Brittany nor on Breton speakers specifically, whom have been scapegoated by the postwar French state and constitution.
Maybe the types of Moslems present in Brittany in the Brest region are not compatible with civic toleration but this is possibly the case of the teachings of one possibly radical cleric.
However, I think that if you expect all newcomers or Bretons for that matter to be more Catholic than the pope and to eat pork because you do, that is no way to run a modern state.
For the record, I have no religious dietary restrictions of any kind and was raised by a mom whose best dish, other than her three-cheese lasagna, was probably breaded pork tenderloin. And I have had lobster just the other day and enjoy rabbit, snails, sea urchins, etc.
But I do not see any merit in forcing food on people whose parents have dietary restrictions due to religion. Just because I have none is no reason to force them on others in the name of uniformity.
But wr will give it a try...