I don’t make a habit of defendin’ Liberals, not even when the CBC was hirin’ and I coulda used the beer money, but I don’t think Chrystia Freeland‘s perogies oughta be left to twist in the wind.
Alright, so she lied about her granddad, but that don’t make her Hitler. And if it does come out later that she really is Hitler then I’ll be the first to say that Hitler has no place in cabinet.
As everybody who lives in the past knows the war was a long time ago. Even several Canadian wars ago, that’s how long. That’s a lot of water under the bridge over the river Kwai.
I’ve met some Germans over the years since me and a few buddies in bad times taught Nazis the meaning of the words Wayne and Shuster, and to be honest it never crossed my mind to run through most of ’em with my bayonet even if I could remember in what box I’d packed it.
Same goes for the Ukes. A fine people, with a talent for upstanding sausages. Not a fan of the clog dancing, but I still favour dialogue as the best means for comin’ to a solution about it.
Let’s face it, the Ukes were stuck in the middle between Herr Hitler and Uncle Joe. What choice did they have but to fall back on instinct and round up the Jews?
So if Freeland wants to say her gramps loved freedom and democracy while runnin’ a pro-Nazi newspaper, that’s her concern. Who believes what they read in the papers anyway?
Anyhow, let’s put the past behind us, where we can always turn around and look at when the mood strikes.
Imagine if we all came together, Canadian, Uke, Russkie and Kraut alike, and did somethin’ about the real problems of today, like taxes and Muslims. What a wonderful world that would be.