We were well on our way to cement a proper national identity until the mid sixties/into the 70's. We were romanticized as a nation of burly men, tough woodsmen and fighters. Everything started to fall apart, and with the influx of immigration since the 70's, that flicker of identity was snuffed out.
The writer mentions Chicago and success in the same breath. I mean, I was already laughing when they wrote about an art gallery being an idea for downtown. BigBrock is right on. They need to cut services and taxes to make it attractive to do business. Art isn't going to bring money in for social programs.
This. I'm not spending a dime on this crap. I'm in and out and the only thing I leave is some cinders from my fire. I camp to get away from this garbage urban life that I live.
I voted Alberta Independence Party, so I'm not alienated already, but he really should put a tax on weed or Tesla's or something that won't hurt his base.
When I lived overseas, I would pronounce my name in the local accent. It didn't bother me that it was wrong. I wanted it to be convenient for them, not a burden. That's how you establish ground with people in other cultures. Change your manners to theirs, to some extent.
Don't give me hope. Just let the country die so the strong can rebuild from its ashes.