To Selinger & the Manitoba Five – You Disgust Me

I just felt in my bones when we had a recent immigrant from Sierra Leone calling in to our show call Premier Greg Selinger a dictator, that it was time to go to the keyboard and deliver a message in behalf of the overwhelming majority of Manitobans. We aired it earlier today on 680CJOB. Reaction was very large. The audio is posted below if you want to listen, but for those of you who asked for it, here is an abridged transcript of my audio essay, To Selinger and the Manitoba Five – “You People Disgust Me”

There are a few things I need to get off my chest about the Selinger Siege that is crippling the Government of Manitoba. I’m not going to pull punches here in order to spare feelings. That’s not what I get paid to do, and unlike some others this week, I didn’t resign from my job. First, to the Manitoba Five (Struthers, Howard, Oswald, Swan and Selby), you people disgust me. Yes, I said disgust. I am not saying that because I feel sorry for your worthless lying leader. I am saying it because you realized a long time ago that he was trashing democracy, that he was lying every time his lips moved about promises, about taxes, and about how he justifies his duplicitous means with his righteous ends.

He says he just wanted to help Manitobans – how many times have we heard that. He must have said the word Manitoban a thousand times yesterday. When a guy tells me a thousand times that he cares about my family, says the same thing over and again, it’s sending me a clear message: he is no friend of my family. The captain of my family growing up was my father, the most honest man who ever walked this earth. And he said, “Son, when a man keeps saying ‘I just want to be honest with you’, keep your hands close to your wallet.” And I know he would say today that any leader who keeps repeating ‘I just want to help Manitobans, I just want to serve Manitobans, I am in touch with Manitobans,’ is really telling Manitobans, keep your hands duct taped to your wallets. This man wants to own everything you own. And you have to protect yourself.

So yesterday the most dishonest person in Manitoba arranged for a ceremony to swear in some of the dimmest bulbs on Broadway, to posts like Finance, Health, Justice and others. Greg Dewar for Finance? Are you kidding me? Does anyone on Broadway believe the Deputy Finance Minister, a fine person and a professional, is going to take seriously this Minister? Will the leaders of the Union pension funds and other people with serious responsibilities, take Greg Dewar seriously as finance minister? No, but they won’t blame Greg Dewar for the vacancy sign that is flashing between his eyes. They will blame the 90-pound weakling who appointed him – Greg Selinger.

You people disgust me. You knew what and who you were dealing with for the last few years and you continued to break bread with him and serve him, and now that a pollster has unholstered the truth pistol and shot your confidence off, you have decided that the weakling is a dictator. Did he become a dictator in the last few weeks? Did someone at some social spike his drink with some sort of Dictator elixir? Was he a social democrat before he downed his shot of rye and a dictator after the sauce hit his melon? You were willing to go along with the attack on democracy and lie after lie after lie until the pollster told you that your poll numbers were paving a path of destruction for your political careers.

Yesterday, November 3rd, 2014, you called your leader a dictator. And I agreed with you. But I didn’t agree with your reasons for calling him that. Your reasons were petty and your tone was whining. You didn’t call him a dictator because he violated his solemn pledge to not raise the PST, and then shredded the law that was supposed to give the people of Manitoba the power to decide, and then condescended to the people as dictators do by telling us he was doing it for our own good. You didn’t call him a dictator because he treated Democracy the way a Golden Retriever goldens the fire hydrant. No. You think he’s a dictator because he doesn’t listen to your little ideas for your various portfolios.

Well here’s an idea for you Manitoba Five. The next time you’re on to a crime, drop the dime, instead of driving his getaway car. I am supposed to take you seriously after you ran for him and worked for him and supported his trashing of our democracy? I am supposed to have empathy for your whining because a pollster has shown you didn’t get away with it, that the crime is on videotape, it’s on You Tube, and your faces are all over it? Are we supposed to feel sorry for you? You must be just like the dictator, thinking we’re a bunch of rubes – the colour of canola, spinelessly yellow.

You resigned yesterday in order to preserve your political future. Well, I am going to tell you something the people of Manitoba have told me. You have no future. You picked the wrong horse and the wrong race and the wrong cause. You say your motivation is to stop another horse from another barn from chewing on our prosperity. Are you kidding me? If we leave you in there for another four years, there will be nothing left to chew. If you need to hear it in more sophisticated language, it sounds like this: You have no moral authority in this discussion any more. Not because you resigned yesterday, but because you enthusiastically enabled the subversion of Manitoba’s democracy, something your parents and grandparents and great, great-grandparents believed in and bled for.

Democracy is not some kind of smart phone that you use and abuse and trade up for something better. Our democracy is all we’ve got to protect us from the people who disrespect and deceive and dictate to us. In behalf of the honest and hardworking people of Manitoba, you people disgust me.

I’m Charles Adler

“A few thoughts on Jian Ghomeshi” – Abridged text

I woke up very early this morning with a Ghomeshi on my mind. But not Jian Gomeshi, rather his father who passed away just a few weeks ago. And I couldn’t get out of mind how lucky he was to not live long enough to see the evisceration of his son’s reputation, the tarnishing of his family name. I don’t think of Jian as a victim here. Far from it. But it did make think long and hard about the power of really strong communicators to get into people’s heads with what can sometime lead to devastating consequences. I experience his talent first hand when I guested on Q. And I experienced the deep and abiding love of a father just as he did. I’m not a perfect person. Nobody is. And I’ve made my share of mistakes. But I always asked myself the question, “Am I about to do something that would bring shame to my father’s name? With these thoughts swirling through my brain, I chose to write an essay and deliver it on my radio show. It’s received a massive amount of reaction. This is the abridged text from “A few thoughts about Jian Ghomeshi”. The full audio version is posted below.

Before I say what I say, I will say that I am not here to prosecute Jian Ghomeshi, the allegations, the stories, have not been proved in court.

But there are some things I need to get off my chest about Jian Ghomeshi, not because we were friends, I knew him for twenty minutes on a stage at the Burton Cummings Theatre. It was a packed house and I was on a panel during a week in which the Junos were in Winnipeg. I was not a Q listener or Q fan. The CBC producers clearly picked me for the panel because I am on the right and there were two people with me on stage who were to the left of me. One was a teacher and the other a journalist. Jian threw me a lot of the questions that night because as a radio moderator you tend to take the questions to the person most highly motivated to offer you stories and tell those stories with vivid language.

I am the son of Mike and Rose Adler. They are the most fiercely proud Canadians you would ever meet, but when it comes to story telling they are wired Hungarian. The stories aren’t polluted by factual minutiae, they are embroidered with animated visuals, sometimes even absurdly animated, the kind that make the story compelling and make the storyteller the kind you can listen to over and over again. I was convinced growing up that many of the customers who came to our shop weren’t coming for the service we were offering dry cleaning and tailoring. Many came because they wanted to hear Rose and Mike talk about anything and everything from their perspective. The shop was called Adler’s Tailor Shop. It was where I was taught 99.9 percent of what I know about human beings, because we had so many come through, and so many came through with their life stories. I don’t mean to offend any of my friends who are Catholic clergy, but I honestly think my father the tailor heard more confessions in his little shop than Father O’Brien did at St. Malachy’s Church just a few minutes down the road. I often went there to deliver dry cleaning to one of our favourite customers.

Why do I tell you all this and what does it have to do with Jian Ghomeshi?  I tell you because while I don’t know Jian personally, and I only knew him as a fellow pro for twenty minutes, I know enough about that night to know that he knows how to connect with people. He connected with that audience that night, he was masterful, and although I am quite certain many of them might not have been fans of mine because of my politics or my attitude or my tone, I know that on that night his audience was extremely generous with me and that could not have happened unless they saw strong chemistry between Ghomeshi and me. When I drove home after the show, I thought to myself ‘this dude knows how to do an interview, knows how to get into your head, knows how to make you like him and feel after a very few minutes that you’ve known him for a very long time’.  I’ve heard the same things said about me and I know where I got it from, my parents.

A few weeks ago I read a piece that Jian Ghomeshi wrote about losing his father. I was so glad he wrote it. So glad it was published and I so strongly identified with so much of it. I have been losing my father for a number of years to Alzheimer’s, as you know. That piece he wrote just after his father died was written less than three weeks ago. And so when he announced last week that he was stepping away from the microphone, I assumed that he was still so shaken by the death of his father that he was being given time off by CBC to cope. And I thought two things: what a good son, and what a good company to give him time to deal with his feelings.  I thought to myself, ‘my broadcast brother is wounded, but he’ll come back in a few weeks stronger than ever’.

You know what they say about assumptions. They make an ass out of you. When the stuff hit the fan over the weekend and the CBC threw him down the stairs and he posted his confessions about his personal life on Facebook and I read them, my assumptions were making an ass out of me and my anger was getting the best of me. When I read that he was suing for 50 million and then for 55 million, I felt that this had to be one of biggest PR snow jobs in history. I felt that whatever sympathy he had was based on his reputation, which was well earned, hell, he earned mine in twenty minutes. But I am not in my twenties and I’m not a female, and I am not at risk of being charmed out of my underwear by the charming, story-telling, intellectually seductive, radio host.

I’m going to leave it there for now except for this on behalf of my father who has honored my mother for 64 years – even though he can no longer speak to her verbally, he holds her hand warmly and lovingly and she tells me, romantically.  As the son of a man who taught me the meaning of respect for all human beings, all of them, even the ones who may disagree with you on everything; as the son of a man who lost his mother to a Nazi oven and felt guilty all his adult life for being alive when his mother could not be; as the son of the most honest man I ever knew, Mike Alder, I can tell you that when I read what Jian Ghomeshi allegedly did, (yes, Rule of Law, Rule of Law, Rule of Law), and as I read more and more, about more and more women, and more and more dates from hell, I feel guilty for being happy for Jian Ghomeshi’s father.  Happy for him that he died just weeks before he would have felt things I never want any father to ever feel about his little boy.

I have done many things in my life that I hope have made my father proud. I know I did some things that made him cross. I did some things that made him mad.  But I know in my heart that I have lived my life trying to avoid doing anything that would make him feel ashamed, that would bring shame on the family name. I owe that to him and to his mother, who never got to see any of her grandchildren because she was deported and abused and murdered.

On behalf of my dad who had received so much loyalty from his many female customers because they knew they could trust him, and they were right, I just want to say to any woman listening to the sound of my voice, I am as sorry as I can be for any pain inflicted by a man who charmed you and harmed you and made you feel that talking back or fighting back was impossible because you would not be believed or respected.

I cannot apologize for Jian Ghomeshi. I have no moral right to do that. He will have to deal with his own burdens, his own debts and his own conscience. Thank you for listening to mine. – CA

Let’s tell the truth. Luck is not a strategy.

Let’s tell the Truth. Choosing not to see what we see, doesn’t make us Canadian. It makes us spineless, defenceless and ultimately complicit. When I read the ramblings of the various soft headed pundits offering every kind of excuse for those who would want to bring our country down I ask myself, “Do these writers indulge in ‘root cause’ analysis because they want us to understand? Or is it more about distracting us from what we honest, mature Canadians do understand?”

I cannot tell you how many people in this country want to murder the Corporal Nathan Cirillos.  But I cannot sit here as someone who has the privilege of having access to so many Canadian eyeballs and say nothing about this. Here’s what I do know. The one and only reason we lost only one Canadian on Parliament Hill on October 22nd was luck. Yes we had people with some armed professionals in the House of Commons, including and especially Kevin Vickers who disposed of the threat with his side arm. But he and everyone else involved in security admit that we as a country were very lucky. It could have been much worse. We owe it to Cpl Cirillo’s family and every other Canadian family to NOT allow luck to be our strategy in defending our country. We also owe it to every Canadian family to not shield murderers by irresponsibly tossing around the term
“mental illness.”

Everyone in my life knows how seriously I take the term mental illness. My father, technically doesn’t have mental illness. But his mental faculties are not what they once were. He has Alzheimer’s. I cannot think of a single family who isn’t touched in some very personal way by mental illness. Everyone knows someone who is dealing with some kind of mental illness. There is no need to stigmatize and exploit those who are suffering and the families of those who support them, by tagging terrorists with the term mentally ill. Very few mentally ill people threaten our society. Very few have the motivation to become followers of a filthy foreign ideology which wants to terrorize our people by destroying our pillars of our civilization, with the objective of making us slaves to an Islamist dictatorship.

If you are looking for a definition of terrorism, the events of October 22nd in Ottawa give you one. It is all about using violence to generate a climate of fear to advance a political objective. We saw the violence and the fear. And we know the assassin was supportive of the political ideology known as Islamism, or radical Islam. We can spend time learning about his life, his criminal past and his addictions. But we cannot lose any time in creating a climate of enhanced security. We owe that to all the Nathan Cirillos who stand on guard for us. We owe to them to keep them as safe as possible from the cowards who want to take them down, with the deluded objective of some day taking down our entire country.

Let’s not pretend that the assassin on October 22nd was incapable of knowing what he was doing when he allowed himself to be “inspired” by “Islamist” websites encouraging followers to murder soldiers. The assassin 3 years ago ( and as you can tell, I choose not to glorify these people by using their names. I know you know who we are talking about) asked a BC judge to put him in prison so that he would be forced to stay away from drugs. A psychiatrist examined him and told the judge “I am unable to find any features or signs of a mental illness and although he seems to be making an unusual choice this is insufficient basis for a diagnosis of mental disorder.” The assassin had made a series of bad choices in life. But that doesn’t mean he mentally incompetent. He made a very bad choice on October 22nd, and now we Canadians have a choice to make.

Let’s choose courage over cowardice. Let’s allow ourselves to see what we see, and not pretend we’re seeing something else. Let’s stop stigmatizing genuinely mentally ill people. Let’s stop using mental illness as a shield for murderers and terrorists. Let’s stand with the Corporal Cirillos and all the other Canadians in uniform who “stand on guard for thee.” Let’s tell each other the truth and not allow ourselves to be spun by the politically correct spinners who wish to distract us from doing what we must to keep our people safe.