Friday, December 28, 2012

We, the people of Earth...

We live in malls and trailers like goddamn 2nd rate cockroaches  a bone to pick with anyone who tries to pass us in the slow lane. Lining up for the crushed skulls of a thousand prisoner calves, screaming as the hammer falls.
Cars and trucks full of lonely, pale boring armed  people, on their way to their own funerals.
You hang on my every word and try to hate me but you know I am right. Your conscience is empty and your mailbox is full of flyers full of plastic toys from a Chinese factory
Drones ply the sky in search of humans trying to find out why this is all falling apart
And you know they all just keep making more babies
The mothers clutch them in their arms
Those precious little fucking babies
That will grow up to seek and destroy all that is good and real and meant to be.
They will hunt their peers down on the playground and strip them down and take away the right to play
The skies fill up with carbon as the streets fill up with blood and the rage of a million scorned souls
The sale is on! The sale is on!
I can play an instrument I can fire a gun I can never stay but I can run
From all the terrible talk that leaves me feeling guilty for all that I have done.
That sound of steel and glass crashing is what makes me most happy
This time of year
Have no fear I am doing fine I have just spent too much time
Again.
Lists to compare who had the best hair and the worst dressed best guest speaker killer lover tweaker
All the drugs are wearing thin and the guns are coming out again
the news is full of breaking stories about nothing or less, the all important nights out with the lights out and a civility level that rivals the locked up animals on Riker's or worse, senators
The players are still playing while a cheating leader leads us all to mutually assured distraction, it's madness with bright colors and numbers to illustrate the way to our own demise of obesity and stupidity
hark! I hear them bemoaning the loss of God while the doors close and the bombs fall and the cat calls come from within the Jesus hearts
Freedom comes from the barrel of a gun
Talk is cheap but it must be worth a lot because it's all I hear
Pedantic, frantic, disastrous antics
It's a horse kick
It's the oldest trick
In the Good book
Take a look at those words again
The lyrics have been lost on us
Now we kill each other for a parking spot, it's all we have left to stand up for or stand against, we can't decide
All we know is that the music is too loud and we are are all too proud to let it go
Blu ray is so clear but my vision is cloudy and none of these warnings will save us if they are written in a language we don't understand
We love our children
Fear our neighbours 
Hate the teachers
Sit in bleachers, to scream for our team but fail even to whisper for change because it is strange to ask for anything when you can take it

The end of the year has come again and with it, the lists of
the best quotes
The best pictures
The best kicks
The best saves
The best films
The best times
The worst crimes
But never the best change for change only comes to those that wait
Cannot hate the haters because they know not what they do
But someday, someday soon
The elephant in the room
Shall roll over like tanks into Baghdad




Sunday, December 23, 2012

Thursday, December 20, 2012

The future shock


The end of the world is upon us
Not the kind that involves earthquakes and lava eruptions
or an impact by a meteor 
No, this one comes in the form of supermarket queues 
aftermarket shoes and television shows 
All these dreams, it seems have been
borne of the loss of hope in the future
and the birth of a new sort of order
Lining up at the drive thru no longer makes me feel sad
I can talk to my friends again and make it all okay
It's just the way the days stretch out and leave you feeling
as if there is not enough time to even get bored
never mind being ignored
you know you are everybody's favorite
dancer
and organizer
don't you just hate it when I have it all wrong
but yet, still call all the shots?
Damn it, has it not always been that way
as long as you can remember?
It is the thing that makes us all go wild and crazy with
passion and rage and protection of our own egos
because that is what must be protected, I suspect.
At least that is what it looks like from here
Here we are again, another year
The hawks have been shouted down and run out of town
for now
Don't you know the price of everything nice?
It is the same as wearing a smile when you want to cry
there is a price for nice, you'll pay twice
unless you share
There is a reason why they stare...

Monday, December 17, 2012

thinking while waiting

The lessons we learn are not to be taken lightly
from the time we are born we are told to listen
Talk is cheap, talk is weak, time is precious
I know this, for time has slipped away from me
But it's alright, it keeps coming back
to give me another chance
and I am thankful for that
There is more to say...
and more people to love and learn from and fight with
All these cars and temporary lovers are crowding up the freeways
Have we all not grown tired of this song and dance?
I think we have
We are afraid of it ending and all of us stuck out in the cold
not knowing from where to start again
I try to ignore all the rain these days
I won't let it win and leave me beaten as it always has
not this time
I spurn the informal disaster
all we have are the words and many of those are forgotten
So all we have is now
this moment
in time

Vancity part 17

                                            Planetarium, MOV
                                            Woodward's, DTES
Late Fall Alley
                               End of the Road, Studiotown

Monday, December 3, 2012

That time at the bluenote...

"We have the same taste in jazz", she exclaimed. I could only agree with her. Neither of us received any formal training at all but we knew what we liked and didn't.
The sort of jazz that people who like Avant Garde like the kind of jazz that we despise. Like, if there is a soundtrack to hell, that is what is playing.
We like smooth sounds, sexy sounds that make a non dancer dance, the kind of music that kicks your ass and throws you out. The kind of music that makes you want to throw away your instruments because no matter how hard you try and how much you play, you will never have a fraction of the skill these players have.
We once saw Brubeck in the Blue Note. It was a highlight of my life. I knew for sure that I was in the company of greatness. Watching the old man struggle just to walk and make it up a couple of steps was sobering.
The smell of red wine and exuberance permeates the air. 
People made friends on the sidewalk outside but now there are no pleasantries exchanged. If you are not listening, you will be pummelled. 
If you are not watching you will be judged by the rest of us.
For chrissakes, this is one of those times you feel like you are the master of your life because the dreams become reality and reality becomes the stuff of legend and something that is worth writing down...

Greenhouse gas emissions

http://www.booooooom.com/2012/12/03/five-hours-of-airplanes-in-30-seconds/

BOOM!!!!!

Letter to Heath...

Heath,
Thanks for the well wishes. Yes, it was straight up amazing. Getting hitched on the beach is definitely the way to go, isn't it? The sound of the water crashing in makes a sweet scene. Of course, it was a little warmer than I am used to but that is the nature of the Baja. We just had an absolute blast. Everything went off perfectly. I never knew what an emotional ride it would be. I mean, I didn't cry but everyone else sure did. I am not the crying kind though. But it was still a very powerful moment in my life that I shall never forget. When this woman stands in front of you and basically gives herself to you, that is something to take quite seriously, isn't it? You know exactly what I mean because you went through it 2 months before we did. 
And I know I said it before, but Baja was just incredible. We toured around a bit with some of our pals and spent some time alone before and after the wedding, and it was a great time. We discovered a tiny town just South of Todos Santos called El Pescadero and it was so fucking perfect. Riding bikes down the beach at sunrise and sunset was just awesome.

I am all caught up on your blog, so is Colbs. You guys are definitely facing some hard times there. I don't blame you for wanting to head south, you have done the Nepal experience long enough. It sounds cold and really not what you guys expected. And why suffer hardship in the freezing cold, when warmer and greener pastures await you? 
The picture of your 'house' on the side of the hill was astounding. I must give you kudos, my friend, that place looks about as rustic as it can get, besides living in a fridge box.
Peace out, Sallieri! 

You are probably already travelling, aren't you? You guys saw Everest, so you will be able to say you have been there. Not many can say that in this world. Last time you were there, you spent your time in the West and now you have spent time in the other side of the country. 

Su has been doing most of the writing on the blog, what is up with that? She is a good writer, has she done much in the past? I can tell instantly when it is you writing because it is a lot more contemplative and descriptive. I think men write more like that anyway because we talk more like that. Women tend to focus more on relationships and interactions and men tend to pull back a bit and paint with broader strokes. 
It's not better or worse, it's just interesting to spot the differences. Keep writing, my friend, it is one of your purposes for being here.
The thought of you writing in the square, with all the children around you, reciting as you write, is totally fucking hilarious. I love it.

So, where are you cats off to now? Where in India? Maybe you don't know yet. At least you won't be freezing your asses off anymore. There is definitely something to be said for warm climes, isn't there? I really like 30 degree heat. I never used to, but enough winters here and I want heat, baby! I feel a kinship with the desert. I have talked Colbs into a quick trip to the desert in California over the Christmas break. Gonna rent a car and drive out to the Mojave and Joshua Tree Park. It's calling me and I cannot ignore it. 

Heath, life seems to just get better and better and I think back to my journey of life and I just say, "How the fuck did I get here and who have I become?"
It is simply amazing how I have come to appreciate all that I have in my life! I used to think beauty was a dying art but now I seem to find the beauty in everything. 
Is this what happens when you open your eyes and your heart? It sounds cheesy but I think it's true. 

I wish you guys the best travels down to India, I can only imagine how fucking crazy that will be. My hat is off to you. You are living life to the fullest right now. No dead time. 

Peace.
T.

Letter from Steinbeck to his son...


New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Love,
Fa

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Images from Baja

                                Baja bike
                                Barbed wire and spider web
                                El Pescadero Beach

Monday, November 26, 2012

BCS





BCS

The sun was setting on the horizon as the waves crashed in with purpose
It was that quality of light that felt like it had mass
Like you could cut through it or swat at it 
Sand was in my shoes as I walked along
The spray and salt misted me and rested upon my skin
The sound of the cascading water could be felt 
I rested the bicycle against a tree
And positioned myself as close to the edge of the ocean as I could
Stood alone for a while 
Whale tails rise and fall 
Palapas Palms Broken shells Sea glass Grains of sand
The time was the first thing we lost
Not knowing what we were searching for but we found it here
Rest my head and my heart with you now
We left our farms to be together
Heat of the day finds it's way while the Sun is still shallow
This is the place where the desolate desert meets the abundant Sea
Juxtaposition of habitats
Scorched Earth Valhalla 

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Love conquers all...


We would like to thank Gerald and Ruth, Steve and Wendy, for making us. Without them, we would be atomic dust. A few decades ago, these people either accidentally or purposefully set out to create and raise little human beings that would grow up and find their way in the world. And they would get these little humans into their adult lives with confidence and success. Hell, in my case, my parents were just happy to get me there alive. 
And now that we stand at the precipice of marriage and parenthood and commitment without fear, we respect them more and more as we get older and hopefully wiser and discover that they must have done a pretty good job because we are pretty alright.

Speaking of Gerald, I knew I was going to ask Colby to marry me and I knew that I had to do the right thing and ask his permission and blessing. This has always been the way it is and to be honest, I kind of looked forward to it. 
As we were leaving one day, I seized my opportunity. Colbs went out to the car before me and she had already said her goodbyes. Ruth had left with Portia, the little white fluffy munchkin. I went back into the house and called Gerald. He came halfway down the stairs. I said that I had something to ask him. He sensed it was serious and I asked him if he would be ok with me marrying his daughter. He took a step, sat down and exhaled. 
He said Son, yes you can, but I am gonna quote a friend of Colby's Mom. Her son was getting married and at the wedding she said, Son, if it doesn't work out, you can always come home, but when you take Colby, she can't come home. That's it.
I laughed and said, should I ask Ruth?
Gerald said, tell Ruth I said it was okay.
Thanks to both of them for trusting me with their daughter. Thanks Gerald, for giving her away, though, I am sure you have dreamed of this moment for a long time now. I mean, you practically pushed Colby down the aisle. People could hardly get a picture.

I am very lucky to have Ruth and Gerald and Stefan and Katie as my family-in-law. I could have gotten maniacs. I mean, Colby did warn me that they were a bit crazy. Then she met my family and realised all families are psychotic. It is just the way of things. 

I would like to thank my parents because they are the most supportive and unbelievably wonderful people in the world. I was a weird kid, what with the GIJoes, Michael Jackson, Flute playing, air cadets, modern dancing little emotional wacko I must have been.
They are not only my parents but they are my pals. I was telling a friend about a 7 day road trip that my dad and I took this past June. He thought for a while and said, what the hell did you and your dad talk about for seven days?? I can assure you that we never ran out of things to talk about but we didn't just fill the silence either. 
My Mom and Dad have instilled in me the empathy and respect that is my code to live by for life and to pass on to others. This is their legacy.
My parents paid for and supported a lot of things that were dropped as unceremoniously as they were thought up. But they almost always went along with it. I can't imagine they were stoked on the idea of a motorised go-cart track in the empty lot next door or me riding my dirtbike on my paper route. I am pretty sure the Motley Crue and Iron Maiden coming out of my bedroom stereo in grade 9 wasn't loved.

I suppose the most important footprint my parents have left on me is their 42 happy years of marriage that I hold up as a benchmark for what is possible between 2 people that love each other. My sister Gina, I love you and thank you for making the journey. I also thank you for listening to all my fairytales and going along with all the crazy, half baked ideas when we were kids. Ian was older so I had to go along with his half baked ideas. It was only natural I would bestow mine upon you. My brother Ian and his wife Brandi and their two little people, Marin and Trenton, and my sister Austyn, couldn't be here today but they are in spirit.

And to all the others, everyone that has taken this journey for us. For us. We feel absolutely astonished that all of you would come down here at our behest. If you are sitting here now, you are truly valuable people to us and to each other. 
Some of you are new-ish friends and others are old friends. Some are family members. We didn't take the liberty of inviting all of our families because, as we all know, some family members don't look good in real life. 

Some of you have never met each other but have heard about each other through Colby or I.
Because the gathering is relatively small, you can meet each and every other guest. How exciting. Just mind the religions and politics. We don't want to have to break up any fights.
The reason Colby and I didn't have a wedding party with a head table and all that is because that denotes best friends, when all of you here, are our best friends. 

I hosted my own bachelor party in September that took place over a weekend at some cabins. I may have hosted my own party to avoid the ubiquitous drunken tomfoolery that may have ended up with me passed out, naked (save for the pink tutu) and tied to a pole downtown, replete with Facebook photos and a night in the local drunk tank. 
At one point in the weekend, I remember looking at the whole group and thinking what an amazing crew of friends I am blessed with. I am so grateful for all of you. 

And now, without further adieu, I must speak about Colby. Any of you who read my blog know that if I am not ranting about some injustice somewhere in the world, I am probably writing a poem about Colby. 
This woman makes me want to write poems. She inspires me. It is her that convinced me to take my art out of the leaky shed in East Van and into galleries. It is her that caresses my ego's fragility and gives me the confidence to take on the world. As I have said, I wear the pants but she picks which ones.

She said she always thought she would be with a business man, said that she would have visions when she was younger, of making dinner with, listening to jazz and drinking red wine. All of those things have happened but the business part is a bit of a wash. My fiscal policy consists of my iPhone calculator and an ability to make a car payment on time.

The beauty of us is that we do complement each other. I know all couples say this but we really do. I am the yin and she is the yang. She is Earth and I am Air. Our compositions are scientifically and spiritually perfect for one another. Think about it, if we were both creatives, replete with all those air tendencies, we wouldn't even be able to feed ourselves. We would starve. And if we were both earthy and fiery, we'd be almost obsessive-compulsive nutcases, voracious for details.  
So we meet in the middle and glean crucial knowledge from one another. 
Of course, there are a few speed bumps along the way but we respect each other, not only as lovers but as best friends.
And speaking of friends, I am lucky that she doesn't have any crazy friends that I loathe to spend time with. Well, Monica is a bit crazy but she is cool. Plus, she lives in Paris, so how bad can that be?
 Katie, Dee, Tara, Amy, Glen, Nicole, The Shorkeys, Steve. 
You know the old saying about how you can tell the measure of someone by the company they keep? Colby and her lot are a fine example of that. 

Colby is actually afraid of flying. For someone who flies all over the place all of the time. She has a customer profile picture on the wall at YVR. I think she just likes the atavan. Secretly, she loves flying. Not frightened at all.
But seriously, that just shows she kicks her fears in the nuts. Which is what she has pretty much always done, if I have my facts straight. I mean, a definite pain in the ass as she voices her every inner thought and equation and the possible outcomes but we all know we are better for listening to it. She does have a certain power to convince people that I haven't seen before. I'd even go so far as to say she's like the Jim Jones of persuasion. People drink her cool aid. Or eat her hemp hearts. 

She aced school like it was nobody's business. Although, she did once tell me that they wanted to move her up a grade, when was younger and she was like, "No way, I'll kick it down here and shine with ease".
Regardless of how it went down, she left school with scholarships and accolades that follow her around for the rest of her life. When we were in Melbourne we met up with one of her high school teachers that Colby has maintained a friendship with after all these years. I found it incredible that she had made the effort. This teacher is an extraordinary person and she knew it. She understands the value of good people and keeps them around. If someone isn't that good, they won't get many chances before they are on the 'do not call' list.
For me, the added bonus is that all of her friends are high quality people. So I don't have to suffer fools at all. They might even suffer me.

School is where she met Steve Merkely. They have known each other for a long time. Since like grade 9. Old pals. So, if there are embarrassing stories of Colby's early life, Steve would be the man to ask about that. They are both smart asses that compete against each other for the floor. Couple of last word Larrys. Old friends know you and don't let you get away with anything. They keep you honest like nobody's business. Your family, too. They saw you piss your pants and fall off your bike. They know you.
And there is something really comforting about that. 

The other night, Colby phoned, she was with the Shorkey brothers, and one of them had told her that 55% of marriages end in divorce. And, like 51% of people cheat or something. I was like, thanks guys.  And I know, we will for sure be in the 45% that win. Hell, elections have been fought and won on way less margins than that. 
The secret to the success of the 45%? This is as succinct as I could whittle it down to; for her: Knowing when to be quiet, for him: Stopping to ask for directions. 

  



























Saturday, November 3, 2012

Meme.

The power of the meme
burning like gasoline
swinging from the trees
Hanging in there for some change
It won't come, I can assure you
But line up in your heart
and on your block
You are the one they all look to for answers
This time you do not have one
except the right to bear arms
and to stay out of harm's way
who the fuck is harm,
but a shit kid who never listened to a god damned word I said?
And now we gotta pull him out of the trouble he is in
Bailouts and blistering Sun has got us on the run and
got our heads in the sand

It's raining again...
But the stores are open for now
The taxis are still honking and arriving late
The community stands together
against the onslaught of stupidity
fashion with little function
art sinks, I saw it
the gutter is full of tears and styrofoam
The polls have lied again
all of our friends are staying home this year


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Beautiful people prepare to get ugly #DefendOurCoast #Enbridge #KinderMorgan

The ferry on the way was lined with intellect and intuition, I could feel it
the songs were sung and the excitement grew and it was palpable
people wanted to sat FUCK YOU to the wrongness of it all
In the way that someone who has been saving up an explosion for a long time
 Generations step forward to confront the fog of war and greed and destruction
who knows how long it has been since we felt peace
In a perpetual state of fight or flight
If only we might get away with our sanity and enough confidence
to keep the pain away and the dogs at bay
This will be a fight worth saving
You wait and see
it may not be today but love is our only weapon
we hold dearly in the arsenal
 For so long it seems the ones who try to steal our dreams are unrepentant in their search
for the meaning of life by trying to cheat death
Our biggest fear is nothingness
I wanted to tell on them
but i didn't
 You lying mutherfuckers how dare you put us up against the wall
Us beautiful people, we don't even ask for much
We are the ones who keep the lights on and the village strong
But we'll burn it down, too
if we have to
 The dance is the way we do it
and voting and talking and raising the children
I saw the children there, they demanded a voice it was real
more real than the propaganda and comics on the TV
and the machines
The distinction is the real deal
symbiotic relationships are the ones that work
feeding off of each other
We are all lovers
in the end

Friday, October 19, 2012

Letter to @CAPP



To whom it may concern at @CAPP,

I do appreciate your reply. I am sure an element of what you say contains sincerity. I realise that a defence is needed for your 'side'. The media has been rough on you lately, what with all this Keystone XL and the Northern Gateway project. You seem to have many opponents these days, fairly or unfairly.
I realise that oil is needed for our society, for now. I am not an unreasonable man, only a man who loves his country and seeks to defend it from destruction by foreign oil companies. I know, I must seem idealistic and naive. Perhaps I am. What I can assure you is that I am not a radical environmentalist or someone with an 'agenda' other than a concern for the earth and it's future generations. I am just a regular guy who goes to work 5 days a week and tries to be a model citizen.

The sale of Canadian companies to China and the ongoing legal battles with First Nations, citizens' rights groups, environmental organisations and the funding of climate science denial are among the actions that oil and gas companies involve themselves in. And why would the government of Canada want to sell off the assets of this country with very little value added? What does Canada have to gain from this? What do CAPP members have to gain from this? Do you not love this country and want to see it succeed? You must.
We all need to involve ourselves in the community and dialogue is the way to do it. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has worked effectively in the past when it has come to nation building.
There is no 'us' and 'them'.

We all breathe the same air and drink the same water. Our blood runs the same.
How long can the sham go on? Nobody asks the big questions, as in, "When will we stop?"

The Earth is a finite resource and, as human beings, we must all realise the universal simplicity of this and to ignore it is at our own peril.  We raze our forests and our landscapes and our oceans in order to drive our cars and keep our houses warm and to power all the transportation systems that our entire society relies on to function. I ask you, how can we even begin to tackle the enormous task of reducing our level of growth. Even the economists call it negative growth, to avoid using the word 'loss'.
This is insane, don't you think? But who are we to get in the way of all this... progress?
I guess at this point you may brand me as a lunatic. Who writes a consortium of oil and gas people and lays it all out?

Why not limit our carbon footprint drastically and start charging what the actual cost of fossil fuels are worth? We have an unlimited supply of humans to burn that fuel for generations. And you could invest in alternative power sources with all the money you make from the fossil fuel fuel extraction and Government subsidies.  I think the helping hand is something to the tune of a billion dollars last year.
I am sure we all appreciate the jobs that oil and gas provide us. It is a life blood of this country and all the power to it, I guess...

But the idea of shipping bitumen across a thousand rivers and streams and out into the channels and tributaries of coastal British Columbia scares the hell out of me.
I have spent my life on the coast of British Columbia, my living was made as a fisherman in my youth, working the magic of the coast into my life.

I also spent years working in the forest and have a unique perspective and appreciation for the wilderness of this province and for this country. I am sure you do, too, I am not saying you don't, we are all part of the system that feeds us and clothes us. We all see the same stars at night.
What we need to do is to begin to take those steps toward our civilisation being less dependent on fossil fuels, transforming into a society that is healthy and clean. To deny that climate change is happening is ludicrous, whether or not it is caused by human interference with the Earth's atmosphere. I do not want to ridicule those that question the science because that can be dangerous. If there is a large contingent of people who believe the jury is still out, then I guess we will all have to go along for the ride because that is the nature of our way.

One of the most important points I have to make is that we must remain civil toward one another. When we see one another as the enemy is when we have all lost. If Canada is to become a petro-state, then we must all realise that is what it is and get on with it. But we must do it responsibly. We all know that the tar sands are an abomination. I know, you can't agree with me because that would be bad business sense but we both know there are certain things one cannot ignore as truth.
None of us is innocent and we know it, that is why we are all careful to rush to judgement.

I reckon the only thing a person can do is to challenge the machine somehow, no matter the effectiveness, at least I can feel as though I have reached somebody, somewhere. The future human race will thank us for it. Where do we begin?

As broad as they are, those are my concerns.

Tony.




Friday, October 12, 2012

The gov is at it again, selling the country out to the lowest bidder. Canada is more than just Resource whores. The following petition is available for you to sign on the green party site.


PETITION TO THE HOUSE OF COMMONS IN PARLIAMENT ASSEMBLED
We, the undersigned, citizens of Canada draw the attention of the House to the following:
THAT,
Whereas the Canada-China Investment Treaty was announced in February and signed by the Prime Minister in Vladivostok on September 9th, 2012,
but kept from the Canadian public and Parliament until September 26th, 2012;
Whereas as early as October 31st, 2012, the Conservative-controlled Privy Council could enact this treaty into force without any public consultation or Parliamentary debate and, once ratified, Canada will be bound by the treaty for 15 years. Should any future government wish to withdraw from these onerous commitments, one year written notice is required, and any existing Chinese investors in Canada would be protected for an additional 15 years;
Whereas such investment treaties are essentially corporate rights pacts, that provide foreign corporations access to secret arbitration hearings with the power to challenge and overturn democratically passed Canadian laws or regulations that infringe on their “expected” profits;
Whereas similar provisions in NAFTA Chapter 11 have resulted in the Canadian government being forced to pay out millions in settlements to US corporations, the Canada-China Investment Treaty will provide Chinese state-owned enterprises, essentially arms of the Chinese government, with the ability to claim damages and complain to the Federal government of laws or regulations made at any level of government that reduce their expectation of profits (“tantamount to expropriation”);
Whereas such agreements, and the secretive way they are negotiated and ratified, are deeply corrosive to Canadian democracy, and this Government is keeping Canadians in the dark on an agreement that could impact Canadians for generations; 
THEREFORE,
Your petitioners call on the Government of Canada to,
Decline to ratify the Canada-China Investment Treaty, take immediate steps to limit the influence of state-owned enterprises over our democracy, in the interest of ensuring that the power over Canadian laws remains in Canadian hands.