I see Charlie Smith, the Vancouver 911-Truthers' best friend and editor of a once-great weekly, is insinuating something about my role in yet another conspiracy theory, which I can't quite figure out. I think it involves taxes.
I find this particularly amusing because I've just arrived home from Saltspring Island, where I sat on a panel last night to talk about my latest book ("Come From the Shadows") and hear what my co-panelists Murray ("The Savage War") Brewster and Ann ("Kabul In Winter") Jones had to say about theirs - at a weekend literary festival organized by what Charlie might take to be a spy nest of New Democrats, including formerly rising NDP star Michael Byers.
In the coming days I will be flying to Terrace and Prince Rupert to give some talks, hosted by the Academic Workers Union and other suspiciously leftish-sounding entities, and to meet with some local tribal chiefs. I expect this will make me a secret agent for The Fourth World. I will also be speaking at an event at the University of Victoria, with Green Party leader Elizabeth May, organized by the UVic Greens.
But before Charlie accuses me of taking bribes from Al Gore or being on Leonardo DiCaprio's eco-payroll he might wait until I get the opportunity to talk to the Sisters of St. Anne (I got my fingers crossed on that one). Then he can more usefully smear me as being a paid agent of the Blessed Virgin Mary who is also on the side of the child pornographers, and a double agent for the Bildebergers.
All this is to say I have nothing better to do with my time than purposely confuse and confound the exceedingly powerful cultural force known as Charlie Smith, and to try to throw him off my trail so as carry out the edicts of the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Balleyvourney in the ancient, chapter-and-verse obligation to subvert the NEB hearings into the Enbridge pipeline in order to turn the Alberta oilsands into a giant Beamish distillery while everyone was looking the other way. The fools, the fools!
I find this particularly amusing because I've just arrived home from Saltspring Island, where I sat on a panel last night to talk about my latest book ("Come From the Shadows") and hear what my co-panelists Murray ("The Savage War") Brewster and Ann ("Kabul In Winter") Jones had to say about theirs - at a weekend literary festival organized by what Charlie might take to be a spy nest of New Democrats, including formerly rising NDP star Michael Byers.
In the coming days I will be flying to Terrace and Prince Rupert to give some talks, hosted by the Academic Workers Union and other suspiciously leftish-sounding entities, and to meet with some local tribal chiefs. I expect this will make me a secret agent for The Fourth World. I will also be speaking at an event at the University of Victoria, with Green Party leader Elizabeth May, organized by the UVic Greens.
But before Charlie accuses me of taking bribes from Al Gore or being on Leonardo DiCaprio's eco-payroll he might wait until I get the opportunity to talk to the Sisters of St. Anne (I got my fingers crossed on that one). Then he can more usefully smear me as being a paid agent of the Blessed Virgin Mary who is also on the side of the child pornographers, and a double agent for the Bildebergers.
All this is to say I have nothing better to do with my time than purposely confuse and confound the exceedingly powerful cultural force known as Charlie Smith, and to try to throw him off my trail so as carry out the edicts of the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Balleyvourney in the ancient, chapter-and-verse obligation to subvert the NEB hearings into the Enbridge pipeline in order to turn the Alberta oilsands into a giant Beamish distillery while everyone was looking the other way. The fools, the fools!