I attended a funeral this evening. Three brothers who I shared my "growings" up with lost their mother to pancreatic cancer.
The brothers are one-year apart in age: 36, 37, 38. They look ten years younger. As we all do. It seems to be a phenomenon restricted to this part of the world; this municipality of ours. No one looks their age.
Three generations of friends showed up. Needless to say, many faces were seen for the first time in years.
For some reason, not only have my buddies and I remained close, we're still connected to the group of guys who were older than us. It's like we've never missed a beat from our junior and high school days. We're talking nearly 30 years of history here.
Anyway.
Among the topics of conversation was, of course, politics. Many of the guys are apolitical. Most are entrepreneurs. We're in the "streets" so to speak.
It's funny. While the local radio sports show consistently sings the praises of how great a city Montreal is or how wonderful Canada is despite all its aggregated problems, it paints a different picture from our world.
We're a little more, shall we say, realistic.
One guys said about all these legislated laws, "at this point, the government is not that far away from asking us to dump our wallets on their desks in return for running our lives outright. It's ridiculous."
Another friend of mine, an ideological atheist and typically apolitical, replied, "Pretty soon, all our names will be forced to end in "Ovs." Dario will be Dariov, Claude will be Claudov and so on."
Wow. This coming from our most soft spoken homey - is there one in every gang?
I wonder how many other people are becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the nanny state. The question is are Canadians aware of it and do they care? If they do, will they be willing to take back their individualism?
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