“Atlas Shrugged makes no sense to me: the good people I know [rich or poor] are not stingy with their skills and expertise or whatever contributions they can make – whether prayer, money, or time – toward the common good. I know this as a fact. It is the characters in Atlas Shrugged who opt out (sometimes with much hand wringing) who are by definition the second rate. From knowing so many good people, I knew Atlas Shrugged was bunk. But I was wrong – in an oblique way this book was prophetic, but it was not Atlas who had shrugged; the world sitting on Atlas’s shoulders decided to jump off. Two years ago in Canada, every institution in Canadian society rejected the help of their many dedicated volunteers, and outlawed public participation in clubs, amateur sports, education, and religious observance. Any gatherings of five or more were prohibited, even in our homes. Christmas and Easter were cancelled. Sunday Mass was cancelled. Religious services were outlawed; whereas liquor stores, pot shops, big box stores, and professional sports were all kept open. The lines of demarcation were obvious, if it freely benefited families, helped the elderly, or made life better for people it was cancelled. Youth curling? Gone. House league hockey? Gone. Public arenas? Locked. Public pools? Public parks? Public walking trails? Shut down, access blocked with padlocks and chains, patrolled by the police. People, including children, who dared ride a bike, skate on a patch of ice, slide down a hill on cardboard or skateboard in an empty parking lot were fined, sometimes pushed violently to the ground, and often arrested. Funerals, weddings, baptisms, first communions – these were outlawed. All of our social, religious, and media institutions collaborated. A few Christian congregations resisted and their pastors were arrested, sometime just for reading the Bible outdoors. The City of Toronto (among others) opened up snitch lines so people could report anyone who celebrated Christmas or Easter. Those who questioned even the more extreme capitulations to dictatorship were pilloried in the press for being anti-science. However, there were still children to raise, people who needed encouraging, teen-agers who needed to learn and play, swim, and play music. Spontaneously, without any central organization, house league hockey was re-started by invitation only, on frozen ponds and rinks behind barns and hedges away from the searching eyes of both officialdom and vindictive neighbors. At our home we raised the height of the fence so people could not see into our yard from the road, which allowed us to host Euchre tournaments, and Christmas feasts, live music events, with visitors parking behind a large woodpile away from view. Everywhere, priests said Mass in private homes with time-and-place communicated by word of mouth to those who could be trusted to keep quiet.”

David Beresford in Gilbert! The Magazine of the Society of G.K. Chesterton Vol. 27 #4 (March/April 2024)

In my latest Epoch Times column I say the new “ambitious plan” from the Canadian Armed Forces to expand its ranks represents not a step forward but a flight into fantasy, and the extent to which anyone takes it seriously measures how far official Ottawa and the chattering classes have abandoned difficult reality for comforting make-believe en masse.

This week I was on the National Post “Full Comment” podcast with Brian Lilley to talk about Donald Trump, Canada, and the sometimes unruly revenge of normal people.

“When Mr. Chesterton visited Warsaw recently the papers stated that he was accompanied from the station to his quarters by a squadron of glittering Polish cavalry: a pleasing attention, only his due, and one that I am sure he heartily appreciated. But a thoroughly adequate escort for him would include not merely armed horsemen, but cohorts of magicians, clowns, princesses, priests, kings, vegetarians, Puritans, drunkards, landlords, politicians, millionaires, minstrels out of which he has made the fairy-tale world of his poems. The fairy-tales always have a point; it was long ago said that Mr. Chesterton’s value as a moralist was largely based on the fact that he made virtue amusing. Yet even when he is most vigorously jousting against slimy monsters or caitiff knights his spear usually has a few balloons tied on to it, and can be used, when he tires of the more formal tourney, as a quarterstaff or even a slapstick. His jests are mingled with his protestations of anger and love … he has one foot in fairyland and another in Fleet Street …”

The now-forgotten J.C. Squire in 1927, quoted by Dale Ahlquist in Gilbert The Magazine of the Society of G.K. Chesterton Vol. 26 # 2 (Nov.-Dec. 2022)

In my latest Loonie Politics column I take up my dusty cudgel on the crucial point that our whole system of government crumples if the legislators we elect cannot control the executive we do not elect. It was true in the days of Bad King John and George III, and it’s true in those of Justin Trudeau.

“If your mother says she loves you, check it out. That’s what the old cigar-chewing night editors in the city room used to say when I was a cub.”

[My bibliographic note to myself for this one is “Evers MW” but there’s no such entry in my actual bibliographic file for any book I’ve read so I have no idea what it means. The sentiment is in any case widespread regarding old-time journalism.]

“the waters are always smoothest and even most polished when they pour over the precipice.”

G.K. Chesterton quoted by Dale Ahlquist in “Chesterton University” in Gilbert The Magazine of the Society of G.K. Chesterton Vol. 26 # 2 (Nov.-Dec. 2022) [with particular reference to those topics on which polite society and the Establishment stifle debate]

In my latest Epoch Times column I ask where the campus protests and encampments are over dreadful treatment of women and gays under in Afghanistan… even if you don’t get to blame Jews.