
The subject of those 15 words was, of course, the National Anthem. And the swapping out of the words "In all our son's command" for "Thou dost must needs a merkin". Or something. But, as of Friday afternoon, the issue is dead. No changes to our hallowed patriot dirge. Where the anthem is concerned, we stand on guard. "The people have spoken". The government wasted no time asserting that they had heard the vox populi.
Interestingly, some of the most vociferous in opposing said changes were the government benches. Though it sounded as if they were barking in - possibly - hastily scripted outrage. And when the reversal was fully, completely done, others twittered in admiration.
So we have a dead news cycle for 48 hours and nobody is talking about the budget - an adobe castle built on sand in an earthquake zone - or the infantile, symbol laden throne speech.
The whole thing was a brilliant, calculated set-up. A distraction to get the wide-eyed populace blabbing about something, anything, other than the indefensible emptiness, gimmicks and hollow rhetoric that marked the sitting minority government's reluctant return to the parliament they seem to loathe.
That they floated it after the waxen, miraculously-coiffed Prime Minister of our one-man democracy was seen mouthing the existing, hallowed lyrics countless times over the course of Swaggerfest - er, the Winter Olympics - is the height of irony. Recalibrating, indeed.
This, of course was followed by the unseemly presentation by our finance minister - a former car crash and slip n' fall (Personal Injury) kinda litigator - of a grab bag of fantasy arithmetic that borders on innumeracy at best, bald-faced and disingenuous optimism at worst.
Meanwhile, the justice minister - who in Canada is also in charge of policing himself - seems to have taken a one-way ticket out of reality. He has punted other worrisome bothers into the able hands of an esteemed and able ex-jurist. Not that he's going to make a ruling or anything. It is, after all, a review. Justice Iacobucci will render an opinion that has all the legal force of a ton of feathers in the wind. If the government does not favour it, they'll likely kick the nettlesome issue of parliamentary supremacy into the Supreme Court. A very troublesome development that would be. But at least it will get them through the next election (Unless, in light of recent reports, that contempt motion is tabled).
In the background, the ample Minister of Citizenship and Immigration is caught red-handed in an act of what one can only assume is self-loathing and projection. Huzzah! History is now revised! Any reference to the hard-won rights of gays has been effectively scrubbed from a citizenship guide. A guide for the new, presumably homophobic, Canadians whose hearts he hopes to win. When confronted by the prying press, he flees, skittering out on his tiny trotters.
And, of course, there was that incident involving the Minister of State for the Status of Women in the shit-hole she calls PEI. Shoes were thrown. Fits were hissied. Hapless airline staff harangued. You'd think she was forced to go through one of John Baird's Strip-o-Matic full body scanners.
All of this, while the ideological purification of Rights and Democracy proceeds apace with the appointment to the helm of an erstwhile party hack. As Elvis Costello once wrote, "I used to be disgusted, but now I'm just amused."
This truly may appear like the gang that can't shoot straight unless the target is their own feet. The anthem thing was, well, the motives are perhaps entirely obscure. However, it is not beyond the realm of the plausible that it was floated as a too-clever-by-half distraction aimed squarely aimed at the 'jes' folks' jawing crullers at Timmies.
It was - almost - a cunning coax to look not at the substance of this government's performance or lack thereof, but at the shiny thing over there. Oooh, it sparkles.
Ah, chess!