We only met once and I don't care to repeat the encounter.
It was cold. So very cold that day. Liberals were in power. The West was out. Klein was in.
Downtown Calgary was a deserted windswept canyon of polished stone and glass. I was a broke student, on my way to the Y to workout.
I exited the LRT and was immediately blasted with blowing -40 Celsius. I'm not really into windchill. It just seems like hyperbole to me. "Holy jump'n its -80 C with windchill!" That really means nothing to me. Wind changes and is especially unpredictable amid the tall buildings. I want to know the real temperature. I expect wind. Its winter. How cold would it be if I hid in a car without the engine running? That's what the daily "High" is all about. Its the best temperature you can expect for the day.
Any temperature below -20 is kind of irrelevant. -20 or -40 is just too damn cold. A high of -40 will literally freeze your eyelids shut. When you make it back indoors, the vitreous fluid in your eyeballs stays cold for a few minutes. It's an odd feeling. Your circulatory system regulates your body temperature among other things but it doesn't interact with your vitreous humor. You can't feel your vitreous humor, its just a space with fluid in it. You can feel the heat lost form the little blood vessels all around your eye. Once your fingers and toes stop burning, a perceptive person will realize their eyes are cold.
There I was in that kind of weather. I started down 3rd street. The Y was 7 blocks away. I walked the first block and then I started running. It was a simple decision, less time in the cold, more heat generated by the activity, and I was heading to the gym for exercise anyway.
I'm running along, breathing hard, tears streaming down my face. Eyelids sticking shut with every blink. I stop at a stop light on 4th Avenue. I know. I'm a well trained citizen.
Standing there at the light with his wife (I presume) and decked in fine furs was Joe Clark. There was Joe Clark sneering at me.
'F--k you,' I thought and jaywalked (ran) across the road then all the way to the gym.
Not much of a meeting, but I'll never forget it. Whenever I think of Joe Clark or progressives in general I see that sneering elite in furs judging me.
Smashing the progressive disease is not only good for the country and good for the whole world. It's good for all of us as individuals. Had I never run into Joe Clark, I would still do my best to stamp out progressive attitudes and ideas wherever their ugly specter rises. There is a personal satisfaction in it for me however.
Those professional politicians that kiss babies for the camera's but sneer at random people on the street, their day is gone. Their wordy nap-inducing pacifying verbal hypnosis is utterly meaningless. We know them now. We can spot progressives; smell them from around the corner before they even come into view. What are these sneering progressive elites but Liberals who've convinced themselves they are too good for Liberals? They might be fine bankers or whatever, but snobs like these should never have the wheel of public office for long. Like a self serving taxi driver, they won't take us where we really want to go and leave us with a huge bill when its over.