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Bruce Dowbiggin

Woe Is Me: The Unshakeable Pessimism Of The Progressive Mind

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The recent Grammy Tribute to Paul Simon features a haunting performance of An American Tune by the songwriter along with singer/ banjo player Rhiannon Giddens. The pessimistic lyrics clearly resonated with a Hollywood audience that looked like a Democratic Party fundraiser.

“I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered

I don’t have a friend who feels at ease

I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered

Or driven to its knees

Oh, but it’s all right, it’s all right

For we’ve lived so well so long

Still, when I think of the road we’re traveling on

I wonder what’s gone wrong

I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong.”

Even as it was laying off dozens of staffers, the L.A. Times rushed to canonize the song’s performance. While Simon’s world-weary tone echoes the current zeitgeist in Canada and the West, it’s notable that the song was released in 1973. The world Simon described was a far cry from today’s apocalyptic 1984 when men purportedly can have babies, forest fires are caused by CO2 and the climate is reported to collapse within five years.

The world Simon described in An American Tune was post-Viet Nam, post 1960s rebellion and during Watergate. To him it must have seemed catastrophic to an American liberal culture he knew when the album Rhyming’ Simon was released in 1973. To those of us today, seen in retrospect, the “dreams shattered” are almost nostalgic.

But the real tell in the song’s lyrics is that world-weary ennui has long been the fallback position of the American/Canadian Left. When you hear the apocalyptic Malthusian tones from its current junta— Al Gore, AOC, Greta Thunberg, the Hollywood mafia, Blackrock— demanding that society surrender so many of its norms to satisfy their virtue, you are seeing a precedent dating back to the 70s and earlier.

Put simply, the secularists of the Left, lacking spiritual inspiration, have always found it hard to embrace the exuberance, the positivity of the “American Tune” that Simon hints at in the song.

For we come on the ship they call the Mayflower

We come on the ship that sailed the moon

We come in the age’s most uncertain hour

And sing an American tune.”

When the song was written, the fashionable people of the Left were in the process of excoriating Ronald Reagan’s “shining city on the hill” vision of America. There was a sense of threat from Reagan’s embrace of capitalism and sentimental patriotism. They saw Reagan’s talk of strategic defence systems and waving the flag as an impediment to their Jimmy Carter love.

In the End Of The Innocence, Don Henley lamented the “Tired old man that we elected king”. He described Reagan turning “plowshares into swords”. Simply Red mocked Nancy Reagan with, “Did the earth move for you, Nancy?” Bruce Springsteen’s bitter 1984 opus “Born In The USA”, a sad ode to Viet Nam indifference, summed up the alienation during the Reagan age.

“Born down in a dead man’s town

The first kick I took was when I hit the ground

You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much

‘Til you spend half your life just coverin’ up.”

Many others, like Simon and Springsteen, would see something lost and nothing gained despite Reagan ending the nuclear threat of the Cold War. In short, this is what the Left does about everything that frightens them. Don the sack cloth and look for people to blame. Or, in Reagan’s case, try to assassinate him.

Saturday Night Live consistently mocked Reagan as the doddering old man that Joe Biden has morphed into. But the 70s radicals hadn’t captured the culture industry as they have today, when they can shove their bizarre values down the throats of a bewildered population. And their hour passed.

The Born In The USA children were thick on the floor in the Grammy Show, clearly supporting the fashionable agenda of this day. Grey-haired, stooped, botoxed, Invisaligned teeth— they knew all the plaintive words to Simon’s songs played that night by Stevie Wonder, Garth Brooks, Sting and so many others. (They were a generation that also knew the lyric and the meaning of, “Something is happening here, and you don’t know what it is, do you Mr. Jones?” )

Now, 50 years later, they have the whip hand. They should be no need for lamentations after railroading an elected GOP president from office through nefarious operations with the FBI, CIA and DOJ. They have installed a Pride Month where there is a single Remembrance Day or Veterans Day. They have cowed the corporate world into making the interests of five percent of the population into the overarching narratives of the day.

And yet they still see themselves as put-upon and under threat of right-wing extremism. The spectre of The Handmaid’s Tale spooks young women of extreme privilege. The trans movement makes progessives see themselves— or their kids— in the wrong body. They live in fear of cow farts and gas stoves.  The fading American dream is now just the hook to a popular Paul Simon song.

“But it’s all right, it’s all right, all right,

You can’t be forever blessed

Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day

And I’m trying to get some rest

The baleful blubbering is exhausting. It’s cynical. It’s predictable. Remember that next time your friendly media shill tells you that the current forest fire is a symptom of climate change. We’ve been here before. Many times.

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Bruce Dowbiggin @dowbboy is the editor of Not The Public Broadcaster  A two-time winner of the Gemini Award as Canada’s top television sports broadcaster, he’s a regular contributor to Sirius XM Canada Talks Ch. 167. Inexact Science: The Six Most Compelling Draft Years In NHL History, his new book with his son Evan, was voted the seventh-best professional hockey book of all time by bookauthority.org . His 2004 book Money Players was voted sixth best on the same list, and is available via http://brucedowbigginbooks.ca/book-personalaccount.aspx

 

BRUCE DOWBIGGIN Award-winning Author and Broadcaster Bruce Dowbiggin's career is unmatched in Canada for its diversity and breadth of experience . He is currently the editor and publisher of Not The Public Broadcaster website and is also a contributor to SiriusXM Canada Talks. His new book Cap In Hand was released in the fall of 2018. Bruce's career has included successful stints in television, radio and print. A two-time winner of the Gemini Award as Canada's top television sports broadcaster for his work with CBC-TV, Mr. Dowbiggin is also the best-selling author of "Money Players" (finalist for the 2004 National Business Book Award) and two new books-- Ice Storm: The Rise and Fall of the Greatest Vancouver Canucks Team Ever for Greystone Press and Grant Fuhr: Portrait of a Champion for Random House. His ground-breaking investigations into the life and times of Alan Eagleson led to his selection as the winner of the Gemini for Canada's top sportscaster in 1993 and again in 1996. This work earned him the reputation as one of Canada's top investigative journalists in any field. He was a featured columnist for the Calgary Herald (1998-2009) and the Globe & Mail (2009-2013) where his incisive style and wit on sports media and business won him many readers.

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Saving CBC: Do The Liberals Believe They’re Saving Themselves?

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News Item: A senior government official told CBC News the government is in the final stages of drafting “major legislative and regulatory changes” to better position CBC for the future as it grapples with seismic developments in the news and broadcasting space.

Having shovelled billions into the maw of CBC for almost a decade to keep its creaky mandate going amid “seismic developments” it seems an odd decision for the Liberals to now re-define that same mandate. With less than a year left till an election (it could be a lot less) in a bureaucracy where time is measured in decades (unless it’s climate) the idea of getting anything this profound done before Pierre Poilievre gets his hands on the Corp is risible.

Poilievre has made clear his intentions to stop the billion-dollar gravy train to CBC. Clearly the rethink is a political feint to assuage its aging progressive base that remembers the good old days of Peter Gzowski and Don Harron. Sure, the model is broken, but if we call Poilievre a mini-Trump and demagogue Elon Musk often enough (and have our paid scribblers repeat the charge) can we turn this scow around in time to save our hides? Desperate times call for disparate measures.

So what is going on here? Has Team Trudeau just realized that the gig is up for the CBC’s traditional media structure? Do the threats about jailing purveyors of alternate narratives indicate they’re doubling down for their pals in big Telcos? In dumping CEO Catherine Tait have they gotten the message that global communications giants don’t give a flip about the Liberals’ protectionist plans?

Example: Netflix is pulling its financial support of programs in the Canadian film and TV sector due to the new Online Streaming Act, Trudeau’s hapless attempt to make foreigners prop up Canada’s failing  print and TV production. Out of sight, out of mind. Spotify also announced it was increasing prices in Canada— because of you-know-what.

While French-language Radio Canada might still have a cultural argument in Quebec to make for its continued existence, no such imperative faces English CBC services anymore. The private production side and the digital world are perfectly capable of finding the next Schitt’s Creek or Pottery Challenge without air cover from the feds. So the Libs survival strategy now is attack, attack, attack.

Perhaps if enough captive media slappies demonize Poilievre (“The Conservative leader’s rhetoric seems tailored for a media climate that rewards maximum drama” whines CBC) protectionist intimidation could halt the growth of internet opposition.. Likely not. As blogger Mike Benz notes, “The best way to start the story of Internet censorship is with the story of Internet freedom.”

Will pumping CBC’s tires/ banning internet critics actually stem the tide? CBC’s national news division is compromised beyond recognition. In concert with the huge private telecommunications firms they’ve also hollowed out local/ regional economies, leaving skeleton operations beholden to head offices in Toronto and Ottawa. And now that independent podcasts and sites emerging since the 1991 privatization of the the internet are filling these gaps Trudeau thinks it’s time to re-think CBC so it can finish off his antagonizers?

While the precise strategy of Trudeau’s hubris remains opaque, in the United States the issue between old media and new media is now existential. With Elon Musk coming out in favour of Donald Trump and a new coalition with RFK Jr. Hillary Clinton has raised the banner of jailing those whom she believes purvey  “disinformation and misinformation” (translation: things she disagrees with) .

In the past the Grift Queen needed only to make some phone calls to insider media to get her agenda bannered across the major press. Her acolytes would go to the Sunday Morning TV panels to spin her take on affairs. The FBI would cower. Now she’s a remnant of a toppled order. She seems to be saying, why can’t they all be like Kamala Harris and follow my orders?

But new digital media defies her by aligning with Trump. One need only look at the polls indicating that the 18-35 year olds are moving toward Trump to see the demographic peril for the Clinton/ Obama insiders. No wonder the U.S. Defence department and Homeland Security are funnelling millions to prestigious American universities to “study” what can be done about “misinformation” from critics like Trump. Spolier alert: jail time.

Their old order is dying. Even reliable squishes like Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg are having second thoughts about Harris. This past Saturday SNL savaged Harris, Biden and Tim Walz in a skit that was unthinkable even six weeks ago. And that pillar of Democratic orthodoxy 60 Minutes broadcast a damning clip with Harris in which host Bill Whittaker asked her tough questions— which she fumbled. (CBS quickly scrambled to bury the clips.)

You’d almost think the Media Party are looking to distance themselves from a Harris train wreck. So Clinton and her shell-shocked allies want arrests and pronto. Indeed Musk confessed this week that should Kamala Harris prevail next month he will probably be in jail in six months from the new administration taking office.

One of the favourite claims of the old media looking to rough up Trump/ Poilievre is the Hitler meme. We are told that they read his book, follow his agendas and want to eliminate their racial enemies. But the more apt comparison of eras is not Germany 1933-45 but revolutionary France in the late eighteenth century.

There, dissolute snobs with a hereditary claim to being obeyed suddenly found themselves outflanked by people they hardly deigned to acknowledge let alone understand. Expecting protection from the trappings of their power they never saw the Reign of Terror till it walked up the stairs of their palaces. The guillotine ended their pleas for privilege.

It may not be that bloody in modern terms. But the last gasp of a dying elite will look a lot like Marie Antoinette clutching her pearls on the way to meet Madame Lafarge.

Bruce Dowbiggin @dowbboy is the editor of Not The Public Broadcaster  A two-time winner of the Gemini Award as Canada’s top television sports broadcaster, he’s a regular contributor to Sirius XM Canada Talks Ch. 167. His new book Deal With It: The Trades That Stunned The NHL And Changed hockey is now available on Amazon. Inexact Science: The Six Most Compelling Draft Years In NHL History, his previous book with his son Evan, was voted the seventh-best professional hockey book of all time by bookauthority.org . His 2004 book Money Players was voted sixth best on the same list, and is available via brucedowbigginbooks.ca.

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Rose & His Thorns: A Failure Of All Parties

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So Pete Rose escaped this world without being excused for being Pete Rose. His death at 83 ends one of the more regrettable episodes in hero worship. One of the five best players to ever play the game he blotted his copybook by being found out as a bettor on MLB, a sin he knew was inviolate in MLB. And then, somehow, denying that fact for 20 years.

It all ended last week with no one getting glory. MLB commissioner Bart Giamatti, who imposed the lifetime ban in 1989, died shortly thereafter— many said as a result of the stress the case imposed on him. Successive commissioners (Fay Vincent, Bud Selig, Rob Manfred) couldn’t move on from the mess, either. And Rose? Well, he did nothing to help his chances.

Somehow, in a world that can forgive anything if your name is Kennedy, Rose and the powers that be in baseball couldn’t rehabilitate the all-time leader in hits. Rose’s immense stubborness and the vengeful arm of the media voters who decide who makes Cooperstown produced a pathetic denouement for Rose and the sport. Particularly after MLB wholeheartedly embraced the betting industry the past decade

Was he guilty? Hell, yes. Did he perpetuate lame excuses and construct a grubby martyr narrative? Sure did. Had he alienated just about everyone who could get him to Cooperstown? Oh yeah. A recent HBO documentary series on him is an accurate portrait of a rude, uncouth character still worshipped by sycophants. But whose record as a player is impeccable.

But come on. There must have been a way. No small amount of blame should also be attached to the voters who select the new members of the Hall. Voters who moonlight as journalists covering the sport. Yes, MLB has left the selection in the hands of writers and broadcasters who see no conflict in doing the two jobs simultaneously. (They also vote on yearly awards that carry large monetary rewards.)

Many are downright vindictive and petty, who believe they’re cardinals of a church they’re running. Just as they’re doing to the steroid boys, a goodly number were not enchanted by Rose when they covered him and are content to go to their graves without solving the problem of Pete. More’s the shame.

Maybe his death will accelerate the process of honouring Rose and the Barry Bonds steroid crew. (Bonds’ pre-steroid career alone is worth of inclusion.) As we have said before there are plenty of players in Cooperstown who wouldn’t have gotten in without amphetamines (Rose was a big user.) There were likely sexual deviates and racists in an age when that stuff never made the news. Just give them a plaque that records their failings as well as their soaring accomplishments.

There will still be many who want to build themselves up by tearing down others like Rose. As we saw when hockey legend Bobby Hull died last year. His obit was barely dry before the negative nabobs arrived.

As we wrote in February of 2023: “That means that the kind of people who revel in these things immediately sprung into action about Bobby’s failings. A domestic assault in the 1960s. Questionable quotes to a Russian journalist about the Nazis. His penchant for being the last guy to leave a party. One online troll called him “a terrible person”.

They’re entitled to their opinion. As Marc Antony said of Caesar,  Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.”

I’ll let Bobby’s grandson Jude make the point. Jude Hull: “You’re allowed to have whatever opinion you want of my Grandfather and his past. To air it all out not 12 hours after he passed makes me want to puke. I hope those tweets help you sleep better at night.”

Like them, Bobby was a man of his times with failings. Ones he owned. But he was also a colossus as a cultural figure. Imagine if all the actors, athletes, musicians and artists we revere today were purged for their moral failings, their addictions, their infidelities, their chumminess with tyrants, their racial attitudes. There wouldn’t be many left, would there? Why does David Crosby get a loving obit but the same people slime Bobby Hull?

So, sure, list Bobby Hull’s failings. Dig deep into them to make a point about the kind of alpha male who rarely exists anymore. And how much more virtuous you are sitting at your keyboard spilling garbage incognito. List those who third-hand get the vapours from seeing everything he did as a victim-culture thing.

In a world that needs a smile, wants a distraction from the awfulness of a bureaucratic existence, Bobby Hull distributed happiness by the ton. He changed the business of hockey to make it a better livelihood for players by going to the WHA, supporting NHLPA reform. He showed up. His HOF son Brett said his father gave his family and others “a tremendous amount of great memories…Those of us who were lucky enough to spend time with him will cherish those forever.”

So cherish Pete Rose. Thorns and all. He didn’t murder anyone. He cheated baseball by betting. There are far worse things in life.

Bruce Dowbiggin @dowbboy is the editor of Not The Public Broadcaster  A two-time winner of the Gemini Award as Canada’s top television sports broadcaster, he’s a regular contributor to Sirius XM Canada Talks Ch. 167. His new book Deal With It: The Trades That Stunned The NHL And Changed hockey is now available on Amazon. Inexact Science: The Six Most Compelling Draft Years In NHL History, his previous book with his son Evan, was voted the seventh-best professional hockey book of all time by bookauthority.org . His 2004 book Money Players was voted sixth best on the same list, and is available via brucedowbigginbooks.ca.

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