Democracy Gone Astray

Democracy, being a human construct, needs to be thought of as directionality rather than an object. As such, to understand it requires not so much a description of existing structures and/or other related phenomena but a declaration of intentionality.
This blog aims at creating labeled lists of published infringements of such intentionality, of points in time where democracy strays from its intended directionality. In addition to outright infringements, this blog also collects important contemporary information and/or discussions that impact our socio-political landscape.

All the posts here were published in the electronic media – main-stream as well as fringe, and maintain links to the original texts.

[NOTE: Due to changes I haven't caught on time in the blogging software, all of the 'Original Article' links were nullified between September 11, 2012 and December 11, 2012. My apologies.]

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Foul-mouthed politicians further tarnish remaining shards of decorum

OTTAWA — New Democrat Pat Martin is tough as nails. He’s the kind of guy who strikes wooden matches off the stubble on his granite jaw. We know this because, as his resume indicates, he is a former miner, carpenter and unionist.

Plus, the Winnipeg MP has a foul mouth. We know this because he is an inveterate Twitterer, and he uses this platform to fluidly cuss anyone who makes him mad. Before Christmas Martin dropped an f-bomb about the Harper government’s propensity for imposing limits on parliamentary debate. On Twitter, he told a critic, “f— you.” Last week he blasted Conservative Senator Pierre-Hughes Boisvenu, calling him an “a—hole,” after the latter suggested some murderers should be allowed to kill themselves in prison. Boisvenu, whose daughter was raped and murdered in 2002, later withdrew the remarks.

One can’t help but wonder: What would Jack Layton, who was publicly courteous to a fault (to the point of seeming insincere at times) have made of Martin’s behaviour? Would he have found it amusing? Or would he have told him to give his head a shake?

For that matter, what would the Conservative paragon John Diefenbaker, whose virtues are extolled almost daily by members of the Harper government, have thought of Tony Clement’s describing a 15-year-old critic, again via Twitter, as a “Jack ass,” as the president of the Treasury Board did last month? Clement later apologized.

And what would Pierre Elliott Trudeau have made of the day in the House in mid-December, when his son bellowed to Environment Minister Peter Kent that he was a “piece of sh—?” Pierre Elliott Trudeau had his fuddle-duddle moment in 1971, of course. But Trudeau the elder also believed that a political leader should try to criticize his opponent’s ideas, while avoiding personally targeting the man. Whatever happened to that notion, which now seems quaint?

George Orwell wrote in 1946, in Politics and the English Language: “An effect can become a cause, reinforcing the original cause and producing the same effect in intensified form, and so on indefinitely. A man may take to drink because he feels himself to be a failure, and then fail all the more because he drinks. It is rather the same thing that is happening to the English language. It becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts.”

Orwell was writing about diction, not manners. Yet the principle can apply to both, particularly in the Internet age. At what point does the degeneration of modes of address debase the content of public discourse?

Swearing, according to social scientists, is good for us. In team settings, according to a study done in the U.K. in 2007, it can boost social cohesion and esprit de corps. Anyone who has spent time with Canadian soldiers will have observed this, in spades. Swearing also has physiological benefits: According to another British study reported in Scientific American in 2009, researchers found that a timely expletive can lessen the pain of, say, pounding one’s thumb with a hammer. Vocalization of the curse stimulates the amygdala, the so-called “fight-flight” area of the brain, which in turn releases painkilling endorphins. Wonderful.

But clearly, politicians who potty-talk each other in the House of Commons and in the media have strayed beyond the locker-room and the spur of the moment, into public calculation. Martin in particular appears to revel in his notoriety. No doubt, some voters deem bad language to be refreshing evidence of his sincerity. And let’s face it, for a New Democrat, a little grit can be heaven-sent. As a group the federal NDP tend to be exceedingly, cloyingly earnest, which is partly why Canadians — except once in Quebec, last May — have never before in large numbers trusted them to mind the store.
But as he loads up for his next salvo, Martin might consider this: Each time he takes the low road he reveals himself to be, at least in part, a hypocrite. For five years the opposition have accused the Harper Conservatives of being cruel-minded mudslingers, interested only in the negative hit. How, precisely, does calling a clearly still-grieving elderly father an “a—hole” and a “son of a bitch,” as Martin did in interview with the Winnipeg Free Press, contribute to anything good in politics or society?

These men — for the offenders are all men, coincidentally — should understand that their pay, privileges and positions confer on them a responsibility to behave like leaders, and not like a gaggle of teenage boys in baggy pants, badmouthing each other across a YMCA parking lot on a Saturday night.

Original Article
Source: canada.com 
Author: Michael Den Tandt 

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