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June 15, 2004

English language debate


Reflections on today's English language debate mean yet another day of Canadian federal election coverage for the Flea's international readers. Sorry about that. Here is a picture of Kate Beckinsale while we wait. I am quite confident she would be fascinated with Canadian federal politics if she had any reason to think about the socialist backwater we call home.

Wondering just who will be in the debate line-up lead me to make the mistake of looking that the Green Party of Canada's "10 key values" list. It is no less than I deserve for listening to that "fiscally responsible, socially progressive" line they are selling. Looking down the list there is plenty that, parsed differently, I would agree with. It could be the "near enemy" problem or it could be there is only so much syrupy sweetness I can take in at once. "Like the people of the First Nations, we must consider the welfare of our descendents, for seven generations, if we are to be wise stewards of the earth." You have got to be kidding me. Noble, meet savage. Savage, noble. Turning people into Ewoks does not make you progressive it makes you racist.

Seriously, where do I get my Green Party dreamcatcher to inspire me when I am revising tax policy? Reading Green makes me long for barbequed dolphin. Maybe Anthony could offer some advice. This is red meat so I am looking for... what, a merlot to go with?

Watch this space...

Posted by Ghost of a flea at June 15, 2004 07:45 AM

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Posted by: Gordon at June 15, 2004 09:45 AM

Dolphin meat has very little fat in it just like whale meat because they have all their fat in a layer of blubber just under their skin.

So dolphin would be like moose or other game in that it would be very hard to grill because it would dry out.

Also the meat is dark and flavorful so I don't know that I would slow cook it on the smoker because I think wood smoke and dolphin meat flavour would compete too much and not compliment each other.

My fave way of cooking it was to pan fry it with some onions and serve with scrambled eggs in the morning.

But I haven't had it in years.

I'll tell you one thing though. It is fucking tasty!

Posted by: The Meatriarchy at June 15, 2004 10:29 AM

Environmentalnuts are morons. Good chunks of the prairies exist because the Indians TORCHED it. Seven generations my ass.

And Meatman, isn't the top of a dolphin's head (the "melon", if I recall) filled with yummy oil and fat (for echolocation purposes)? Mmm... ...fatty melon.

Posted by: Kelvin at June 15, 2004 10:48 AM

I might have to draw the line at fatty melon. So... moose, you say? We are looking at something rough. I may as well say it, "A fine chianti" might do nicely.

Posted by: Flea at June 15, 2004 11:40 AM

"Like the people of the First Nations, we must consider the welfare of our descendents..."

Wise stewards of the earth? When? They didn't have sufficient numbers or resources to do any real damage hundreds of years ago. Peaceful? They had many brutal wars between "nations" that resulted in their captives being tortured to death. (Gosh before the "evil Americans!")

They can't be referring to the people of the First Nations today. I have been to a number of reservations, and the main impression they left on me was the sheer barreness of the land. I'm talking about a complete absence of any thriving vegetation. And squalor. Tons of deerskin products though. I won't get into the cretins who proclaim Native Spirituality to be the standard that all other religions are held up to.

Again it's a crass attempt by touchy-feely green types to coopt a way of life that exists only in their fevered imaginations and throw the First Nations a bone: "We really really admire you! Well not you today, but your ancestors from 200 years ago...But you're the closest thing!"

I am inspired by all this carnivorous talk, however, especially after having the 'virtues' of vegetarianism/veganism forced upon me by shrill, angry, hairy women in sensible shoes...

Dauphin Chasseur, anyone?

Posted by: Rue at June 15, 2004 11:42 AM