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PAGE 6 â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 10, 1982 At the time of this writing, the battle of the bells continues in Ottawa, disabling Canada‘s House of Commons. PRA OO EC CT UE WE ME ETTE T NSE Ceii doge OM snn e menee Nes oc ue ts It started last Tuesday when the Tory Opposition called an adjournment vote which they obviously had no intention of attending. The Conservatives have been withholding their presence from the House ever since, in protest of the Trudeau government‘s introduction of the Energy Security Act â€" a huge omnibus bill that would enable implementation of phase two of the National Energy Program. C 7 T e s B mognk qo ommc n css utd ~Anadntretnntiieniiieriirert udnc ds i T L The present stalemate leaves Prime Minister Trudeau with several options. One, he could do as the Conservatives request and split the bill into small pieces so other parties can debate its disparate proposals separately. But that would be losing face, admitting the power of the boycott. Two, he could act in dictatorial desperation and ram the bill through the House while Tory seats are empty. That would probably spell his political disaster. Three, he could call an election and let voters rate his performance on their ballots. With recent poll findings, this would be an act of political suicide. It seems his only choice is to close Parliament and call a new one immediately. The Conservatives cannot reject the summons to a new Parliament, so the House would get back to work. And best of all, it would mean that Trudeau and his cabinet would have to ditch MacEachen‘s November budget and introduce a new, more palatable one. LIKE everybody else, I‘ve got the February Blah‘s. I‘m sick to death of looking out and not even being able to see my neighbours‘ house for snow. I‘m sick to death of struggling into and out of swaddling clothes and snowboots with a zipper that doesn‘t work. get. When the bells stop ringing, let‘s hope it‘s a new Parliament, with fresh plans, and an improved federal budâ€" I‘m tired to the bones of mannerless, mouthy kids who don‘t want to learn anything, and whose basic vocabulary, and it sure is basic, revolves around sex, sports and booze. (That‘s only some of them, but they do tire the old bones). I‘m weary of having a right foot that puffs out like an adder with arthritis and makes me, a naturally cheery soul, a gmmp ul Loz s 2oR e I‘m bored into a black mood by the media. Everything is terrible, according to them. The highâ€"priced journalists and television commentators seem to take a ghoulish glee in reporting the latest plane crash, the rise in unemployment and inflation, the sag of the dollar. About the only way a Canadian can be happy these days is to hole up with a case of whiskey, lock the door, cancel the papers, and fire a shotâ€"gun shell into the TY. It wouldn‘t last long, but one might come out of it feeling a bit of catharsis: translation â€" the purging of the spirit through strong emotions of pity, horror or laughter. _ _ A final blow was Miser MacEachin deciding he was going to tax my retireâ€" ment gratuity, at source. This has been a filat sum paid to people retiring, who had struggled to work every day, no matter Ottawa‘s bells established 1854 published every Wednesday by Fairway Press, a division of Kitchenerâ€"Waterioo Record Ltd., owner 225 Fairway Rd.S., Kitchener, Ont. address correspondence to Waterioo office _ 92 King St.South, Waterioo, Ont., telephone 886â€"2830 Waterioo Chronicle office is located on 2nd floor of the O W Sports building opposite Waterioo Square Parking on King Street or in Watertoo Square Open Monday to Friday 9:00 a.m to 5:00 p m Winter blahs how they were feeling, a thank you for being a professional. He‘ll get half. I‘d included it in my retirement plans. With the lavish pension he and other M.P .‘s get, he doesn‘t need one. Well, the hell with it. I decided to give myself a belated Valentine, and not let the suckers grind me down. So. I reached into a pile of unanswered mail, found a pink letter, and here it is. 1 am more adept at denigrating myself than reaching over my shoulder to pat my back, but the situation calls for drastic measures. "Even now, calling across the years 1 feel a compulsion to phrase correctly and (Heavens?) watch for spelling mistakes. Is that the result of a good liberal arts education, or simply an old feeling â€" no‘ , a spectre of teacherâ€"inâ€"relationâ€"toâ€"student memory? (Shaky puctuation there.) ‘"For although you probably never reaâ€" lized it, that‘s how I envisioned you. A ‘crusty but benign‘ mentor. A little frightening, perhaps at times aweâ€"inspirâ€" ing but at once kindly (not meant to make you sound like an octogenarian) and wise. "It seemed to me then that you had ‘seen it all and I was an ignorant, clumsy, runâ€"ofâ€"theâ€"mill teenager with a healthy appetite for literature of the wrong kind. Well, you still seem worldyâ€"wise and although still greatly ignorant and a little less clumsy, I at least have acquired a healthier appetite for the kind of stuff I should have been reading all along. _ *‘Too often people come and go, passing. but not touching or communicating the Publisher: Manager: Editor: Paul Winkler Bill Karges Karla Wheeler CONSNTUTION 223 (ONEQUENCES : P. Treub®@y‘t p TrupEeay 5 CONSTITUTION things that ought to be saiq "Let me put it this way. In all the years of high school, 1 felt drawn to you somehow â€" ‘kindred spirits‘ as it were. And was always miserable because there was only one of you and so many of us, and you could never know what was bouncing around in my head. o -v'i‘h;nl wanted nothing else but to read and write if I could. I wanted you to know me, but was always embarassed and foolish, and consequently shuffled off feeling tremendously frustrated. I thought you wouldn‘t, couldn‘t make allowances for the adolescent vacuum between my ears. _ "I should‘ve spoken up! Gathered toâ€" gether the guts that !hreatengd to spill out on the floor when I opened my mouth. "Please. I want to read and to know, but I don‘t know where to start. I want to write, but don‘t have the faintest idea of how to begin.‘ "Perhaps if I‘d started seriously back then I wouldn‘t have wasted as much time as I did at university. Counder‘ng through, still feeling ill prepared and inadequate. However, you began as and continued to be my inspiratign as I learned the ha:g way to force tenses to agree and whip redundant sentences into suitable, if not astounding essay form "I thank you now, Mr. Smiley (I could never call you Bill. even though I‘ve reached the inature age of 23) for simply being you. For breaking the mould that characterizes most of my remembered high school educators. For loaning me P TRUDEAU‘ c P TRubSAVY .$ CONSTTUTION & M‘&%"&i‘nm BILL SMILEY Chaucer when I was reading pulpy epic For being a cut above, and most impo tantly, an inspiration. o s "I salute you as a good educator and fine human being, Mr. Smiley and wi you all of life‘s best from a still infatuats heart." How does that grab you, you olfl codgers? How many of you have had mash note? The letter is two years old. Why have I wasted all this time? We coul have run away together. I‘ve tidied up the punctuation, Anne, an there is no "u‘"‘ in mold. But 1 recall yo with the greatest pleasure. There aren many students with a fine mind and magnificent bosom. The Chronicle welâ€" comes letters to the ediâ€" tor. Writers must identify themselves through their name, address and teleâ€" phone ‘number. We reâ€" serve the right to edit. CONSTITUTION P TRuDpEAUS ? REDAS CQnstTVTiONG Letters policy