DECLARATION FROM A CANADIAN CITIZEN
Mr. Chretien, I disown you.
You are not my leader, if you ever were. I withdraw from you my consent, my allegiance and my obedience, as if you ever had it. I denounce you for sacrificing the economic and political interests of all Canadians in the manner in which you have trashed more than a century of partnership and reciprocity with the United States of America simply to save your son-in-law's investments in a European oil firm. Trust, Mr. Chretien, is slowly built but quickly lost, and the rest of us will be a long time paying for you and your clan's tribal-minded self-interest. You are nothing but a contemptible mountebank, fouling the air of Parliament, without the saving grace of being even mildly entertaining. That also goes for your ministers, all the backbenchers who grovel under your 'party discipline,' your appointees in the Senate and in the courts of our so-called democracy, which is nothing but a kleptocracy in constitutional clothing.
I would tell you to go to a very low and very warm place, but after this I am not even speaking to you any more. I will respect the laws you and your minions pass of course, and all your enforcers... as I would 'respect' any dangerous predatory beast, but that doesn't mean I'm going to embrace it or support it or work for it, not now, not ever. Living on the streets and picking through garbage would hold much greater dignity for me than being your government's collaborator. Why would I soil my hands with you? I'd rather vote for the Natural Law Party; at least they're somewhat amusing. When I look at the rape of personal income, the erosion of individual freedoms, denial of the innate rights of self-defense and possesion of the means of self-defense to honest, peaceable citizens (while bloodthirsty foreign terrorists are endlessly coddled), the horrendous mismanagement of resources such as the Atlantic fisheries, the desecration of what was once one of the world's finest armed forces and the systematic disenfranchisement of everyone who doesn't live in southern Ontario or Quebec, my blood boils. This serviceman's daughter has no patience or forbearance left for you, cuchon . I know many people agree with me, although they aren't saying it out loud quite yet. But I am, because I've had it with you. You no longer exist to me.
Get out of my face, my wallet, my head and my life, Mr. Chretien, and take your trained seals with you.