The “WHY” before the “WHAT”

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Often in education, dealing with discipline problems, we avoid the WHY question and concentrate instead on WHAT did you do? It’s the Barbara Coloroso school of classroom management. And it worked.

The WHY question leads to, “My father drinks,” or “My mother beats me.” None of that solves the behaviour problem. The WHAT is simple: “I hit Jasmean.” If we had asked WHY did you hit Jasmean, we could have had a myriad of answers. “Is it acceptable to hit someone else in a discussion?” “No.” “How will you avoid this the next time you and Jasmean have a disagreement?” “We will talk it out or I will come to see you.”

Problem solving 101. It’s easy in the classroom with fresh minds. It’s not the same in civics with ambitious politicians. If you need to track down the root of an issue, you have to go to the WHY first. Why is Doug Ford pushing a housing crisis? Why are all of his developer friends supporting this push to unaffordable housing? Why was Bill 3 attached to cash incentives for municipalities to build more homes? Follow the money trail.

This isn’t just a Caledon  issue. This is a southern Ontario issue. Wherever there is liveable real estate available someone is going to make a bundle. Unless you get kicked out of messing with Niagara-on-the-Lake, So, why re-route the 413 extension? WHY? Who stands to benefit from housing and close to smooth transportation in those areas? No way it could be the the influential developers who flock to Ford’s fundraisers?  From one hand to the other.

This issue isn’t about our little Mayor. This issue is about the Ford’s government’s passing of Bills that allowed this to happen. From Bill 3 onward there’s the “WHY” and then we can get to the WHAT. What do we do about a system that is so corrupted in self aggrandizing greed that it destroys communities and ecosystems.

None of the developers involved are to be condemned. Most are hard working individuals who have struggled through immigration, from construction to development, and have built financial empires. They all give back generously from their profits to local groups, Especially at Doug Ford  events. And they put their names on medical facilities and just so we don’t forget how caring they are. I would have preferred The Vaughan General Hospital, but there’s no community adulation to my family’s name in that.

If you want to know the WHAT is happening here, you have to trace the WHY. Follow the money trail. Billions are about to be made on the reroute of the 413, and our abandoned Science Centre is a sign of things to come. Swan Lake is our a canary in a developer’s coal mine.

Yes indeed, It’s like Leonard Cohen sings, “Everybody knows!

The way I see it.

Dog Poop Bags and Swans

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Dear fellow dog owners, and everyone else who walks, hikes, travels respectfully through urban, rural and wild spaces: we have much work to do. There is a segment of the human population that seem to need their decks of cards topped up, or their knives sharpened.

Walking my dog yesterday I came across five dog Poop Bags that somehow did not make it to the conveniently placed park garbage cans. Three were at the can itself – one on the lid and two on the ground nearby. One of the other two was tossed into a neighbour’s hedge, and the last one had simply been dropped on the sidewalk.

A person who is less intelligent than their dog should not be allowed to own one. Surely in this day and age we should know where to put our garbage, our recycling, our compost, and our pet’s poop! Speaking of which, surely in this day and age if we saw a freshwater lake filled with Trumpeter Swans and the sounds of myriad wildlife coming from the surrounding verdant fields, we would celebrate it. Nope. Some humans want to fill that lake with construction waste. Maybe they see a different kind of green.

Yep, the same kinds of humans who don’t know where to properly put their dog shit, would probably not understand the complete and utter stupidity of destroying a restored greenspace. In the next municipal election we have the choice to recycle them, or put them in the garbage. We all get composted one day.

The way I see it

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*Image from Dr. Seuss

I’m a Lumberjack and I’m OK …

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I just spent a week lumberjacking for my cousin on Manitoulin Island. She had several dead and rotting fir trees on her property that needed to come down. I had promised her two years ago that I would help her clear the view to her beloved grove of cedars.

After a seven hour drive from Caledon to Espanola through Little Current to Kagawong, we arrived at her home. Advanced Tree Felling TechniquesFor the next six days I chainsawed, felled, trimmed, piled logs for firewood, and several times took her trailer of branch trimmings to the compost dump. My cousin, all 110 lbs of her, was determined to get the job done. In the end, however, she said I had exhausted her.

I think it was the dance routine that did her in. I couldn’t help myself. That song from Monty Python’s Flying Circus had become an ear worm and, of course we had to act out the whole routine to “I’m a Lumberjack and i’m OK

I was driven to keep my promise to get all of  those trees and stumps down, but a dull chainsaw slowed me down. I’ll be back in September to finish off those stumps!. Her saws will be sharpened by then. I will keep my promise to clear her dead trees and stumps because I’m a lumberjack, and I’m OK. Monty Python would be proud.

The way I see it.

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*Visual from Getty Images

A Blood Red Carpet

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The most shocking thing about the meeting in Alaska between President Trump and President Putin was that there was not an arrest.

A war criminal arrives in a country bound by UN obligations to enforce the warrants the International Criminal Court and he is greeting with hand clapping by President Trump and a red carpet role out by kneeling American soldiers. WTF!

Yes, Donald, it was a red carpet all right, stained with the blood of 1,000,000 Ukrainians.You have revealed yourself to not only be a complete buffoon on the international stage, but a traitor to all the values of the American dream.

The Statue of Liberty hangs her head in shame. The way I see it.

Lessons from Ukraine

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We are bearing witness to one of the most obscene moments in 21st century history. A President with a malignant narcissistic personality disorder is sitting down with a President who is the epitome of the cold blooded killer to determine the fate of another country.

One is only interested in mineral wealth, the other wants to expand his borders. Neither President cares one iota about the country they are screwing. If the rest of the free world allows this travesty to continue, we are all screwed.

So far, Canada and 26 EU countries (except for Dictator Orban’s Hungary) have issued a statement in support of Ukraine. Ukraine is the canary in the coal mine. If Trump and Putin take this one south, western “democracy” has failed. The way I see it.