“499”: The Colonization of Mexico: Fantasy Melded to Horror

“499” recreates the steps and strategy used by Cortes in 1521 in his conquest of the Aztec Empire in Mexico.

The film is a mix of fantasy and horror. Fantasy as it begins with a conquistador swimming to a beach in Veracruz. Who is he? Well he is the sole survivor of a shipwreck of soldiers returning to Spain with plunder but it is 499 years after the conquest that he swims to shore. The conquistador has arrived where the Cortes forces landed in modern day Mexico. He wants to retrace his steps as part of the conquering expedition. At points the fantasy turns into a bit of a Don Quixote adventure as a man out of place and out of time coping with the realities that he faces.

The fantasy ends rather abruptly as he hacks to death two men he sees committing sodomy on the beach. Then reality sets in with real victims and loved ones of murdered Mexicans mostly Indians caught in a vicious drug war where to speak your mind means disappearance and or death. Criminality gone wild that spills into pure criminality that transcends a drug war.

In some respects, the Cortes conquest echoes the French and English conquest of Canada where native tribes were pitted against each other depending on their alliances with the English or French. Cortes also used the Indians to attack the Aztecs but of course next was the conquest of the Indians by the Spaniards. So no moral judgements required on Cortes if you think such trickery was not used against First Nation’s aboriginals in Canada!

Everywhere he goes the conquistador encounters victims of violence. Most are Indians. Mexico is a rathole of violence and corruption. Is there law and order at all?

Does the conquistador regret his role in the 1521 conquest? You’ll see near the conclusion of the film that answer. A colonizer realizing the desperate situation in Mexico that perhaps colonization contributed to. Would things be different if the Aztec Empire had not been conquered and Mexico not been colonized? The film may cause you to come to your conclusion but it would be speculation.

Ironically the conquistador ends up as a dishwasher in a Chinese restaurant in New York in the land of gold for many Indians of Mexico trying to escape the poverty and violence of Mexico and Central America. Is the point that they are invading the United States looking for a type of gold being that of escaping from the rathole?

A thought- provoking film probing the violence endemic in modern Mexico. Most likely as the conquistador was you may be disgusted at the shambles of modern Mexico. The drug war has oozed into what might call a massacre and intimidation society. Vigilante self protection by the Indians most likely will escalate the violence further.

The musical score is brilliant. The cinematography spectacular. The concept innovative. Eduardo San Juan Breña as the conquistador plays his role to absolute perfection.

The film was the winner of the Special Jury Prize at the 2020 Toronto Hot Docs Festival.

The film will be showing at the Paradise Theatre in Toronto (In Cinema Screening) on August 28/29 with more theatrical dates to be announced shortly.

This 88 minute 2019 film is in Spanish with English subtitles.

It is directed by Rodrigo Reyes. Reyes had the following comment about the film, “Colonialism has different impacts on everyone. That is why I love the idea of an anonymous conquistador so much, a wanderer lost in the world who serves as a link between contemporary Mexico and our colonial past. The conquistador is fiction, but he has to find his place in the real world by listening, for perhaps the first time, to the stories of the real people impacted by new modes of violence. He is a ghost, a vessel for the audience to experience this incredible journey and arrive at their own conclusions.”

You can see the trailer here https://vimeo.com/591016878

RKS Wine: The Penniless Pensioner’s Engagement Party: Wine Planning: Another Set-Back; The Canapés

PP has suffered a set-back. In addition to not being able to access his Panamanian bank accounts the publisher’s advance cheque for his upcoming book “Fall from Grace” bounced due to bankruptcy of the publisher. So here he is with a looming wine bill for the engagement party short on cash. But PP always surprises and he says he has a “few” gold bars in a safety deposit box he was planning to keep for a rainy day. So he urges me to go classy but cheap! There are some thirty people invited but he rolls his eyes and tells me they all drink like lushes. I’ve got a bit of bad news myself as the wine consulting contract had a schedule of events the contract applied to and it includes both the engagement party and the wedding but I thought it only applied to the engagement party. PP guffaws and says I should have read the contract and assume nothing. He is right.

So for the canapés of Wagyu Beef Sliders, Mulmur Hills Lamb skewers, stuffed cremini mushrooms topped with gremolata and cold Vietnamese vegetable spring rolls. I am thinking we can get away with a lighter red wine but knowing about these events as I have consulted to many corporate events there will be need for some white wine. But let’s deal with the white after the red.

Will the Stratus Wildass Red 2019 Merlot do the trick?  On the nose it conveys an impression of lush and plush like a good Merlot from the Rutherford Valley in California. It positively glows with cherry, blackberry and cranberry. It could be equally plush and lush on the palate but it is low on tannins and nice and smooth with a personality of agreeableness. Not too heavy and not flimsy. Just right for the canapés and considering the dipping sauce for the Vietnamese Spring Rolls it might suit that canapé. Back to the palate there is some light cherry and loganberry jam and a short finish that will not overpower the canapés.

PP and I strategize that while this is not a great wine the opening toasts might dull the tastebuds and the risqué name of the wine might gain a few nods from the artsy fartsy guests as PP refers to them as. This PP is more deceptive than I thought. Perhaps there is a bit of Bernie Madoff in him?

(Stratus Wildass 2019 Merlot, VQA Niagara-on-the-Lake, Stratus Vineyards, Nagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario, $19.95, Liquor Control Board of Ontario # 376822, 750 mL, 12.6%, Robert K. Stephen A Little Birdie Told Me So Rating 90/100).

South Africa is attractive due to its low labour and land costs so its wines are what you might call a bargain. However, bargain in my mind means a low cost and a quality wine. South Africa has a reputation for its white Chenin Blanc. Considering the canapés it might suit the Vietnamese cold spring rolls but not the others. However there are always white wine drinkers in the crowd. PP thinks Chenin Blanc has a ritzy French name that might pump up the guests. And if there is any left over it will suit the main course!

Solid aroma of pear, apple, guava and quince jam from this Simonsig 2020 Chenin Blanc from the Stellenbosch. On the palate a solid body that just might stand up to the stuffed Cremini mushrooms. Notes of grapefruit, lime and applesauce. A bit of a brackish finish mixed in with sweet white grapefruit.

(Simonsig Stellenbosch 2020 Chenin Blanc, W.O. Stellenbosch, Simonsig, Stellenbosch, South Africa, $13.95, Liquor Control Board of Ontario # 610907, 13.5%, 750 mL, Robert K. Stephen A Little Birdie Told Me So Rating 89/100).

“Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog ” :Reggie Asks Why Did Karim Die?

On New Year’s morning Dillie and I howled after Karim’s death. It was Dillie that got me howling for two reasons. He thought if we were loud enough Karim could hear us and our howling would be a good-bye we never had the time to say. Secondly, we were so sad it was as if some instinct made us howl. It just took us over.

Dillie, Bob and Fay’s West Highland Terrier told me he had heard many neighbourhood dogs he had seen and known on his walks had died and he had felt sad but to see Karim dead before his eyes was something he had never seen so he was just as shook up as I was.

New Year’s Day was one of the longest days in my life. It was damp, overcast and freezing rain started in the afternoon. When a dog is sad and distressed such gloomy weather only makes your heart heavier with grief.

One of the BBC documentaries I saw was an interview with Tara Brach a famous mind doctor for humans. Her theory was called “Radical Acceptance”. If you can accept what has happened and move on you will be healthier than if you refuse to accept it and constantly think about it in a negative and hurtful way. I used this philosophy to deal with the execution of Anwar my first master in Egypt and me being thrown out into the street. I could not change what had happened to me but it was a long process.

I can accept what happened to Karim but all of us in the house need to know why Karim died. Dr. Murray at the animal hospital said he would see us on January 2cnd in the morning and that we were to bring Karim’s body with us.

Bob took Karim’s body in the garage to keep it cold until we went to the animal hospital. When he left with Karim’s body Dillie and I barked furiously. I grabbed his pant legs and I think he got the message that this was to be the last ride of the Rat Pack. Bob put us in the back seat and put Karim’s body in the middle. This was to be a ride of honour and tribute.

We arrived at the animal hospital and we went into Dr. Murray’s examination room but when we saw Karim’s body so cold and lifeless, we started howling again. Dr. Murray knew he should do a private examination. He returned 30 minutes later saying they had done an MRI on Karim’s brain and determined it was an aneurism of his brain that killed him. I am not sure what aneurism means so I listened carefully to Dr. Murray speaking to Bob and he said it was a rogue blood clot and that no one could have predicted it. Well at least it was not caused by Dillie and I and the fact it was not preventable made all of us feel much better.

But we left Karim behind for cremation and again that enormous feeling of loneliness swept over our hearts. Bob would pick up Karim’s ashes in a few days. Bob was unsteady as he walked back to the car and cried for many minutes before we went home. It was cold and miserable and that night without barking we went upstairs to sleep with Bob and Fay. I started shivering although I was not cold. Fay hugged me tightly and spoke to me softly saying she was so sorry…so sorry…so sorry and I fell asleep. Two days later we picked up Karim’s ashes and we all went to a golf course up the street as the snow fell. Karim had loved walking in this park with no one around so we went to a place where Karim knew there were squirrels and he loved barking at them thinking they were some type of Canadian rat. There are no squirrels in Cairo just rats. We scattered his ashes and had a long walk. It was a quiet ride back to a home that was missing one of its beloved dogs.

“Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog” :Reggie’s Painful Start to the New Year ( A Children’s Story)

These people in Toronto seem to like to celebrate as New Year’s Eve is coming soon and Toronto people like to party. I am not sure if they are happy to end the year or begin a new year. These humans can be puzzling!

I am happy with the past year as I arrived safely in Canada and luckily landed with Bob, Fay and Dillie. Even Karim has joined us. I have much to be thankful for.

Karim and I are so excited as we feel there is something electric in the air. Dillie is a bit more chilled as he has been through it many times. I hear Bob and Fay talking and they say Paul and Patricia are coming over for a special dinner called the dinner of the Seven Fishes. Bob and Fay have been working for days on it. The smells are incredible.

Paul and Patricia come over and they have brought peanut butter cupcakes for doggies as a special present for us dogs. If you want to know how to win over a dog’s heart peanut butter is a good start. We all split one and what a delicious treat. A good way to end the year!

The Christmas tree lights are turned on and the fireplace crackles and we dogs sit by it until its too warm to stay in front of the fire. The humans are drinking some special liquid called wine and talking. Then dinner is served and it lasts for several hours. Us dogs get a treat of some fish called tuna with some rice after we eat our chicken kibble. We are so full and tired all three of us go for a nap and are woken up by Fay so we can “see the ball drop”. The ball drops and everyone shouts, “Happy New Year”! Something in a bottle goes pop and the humans clink their glasses full of the liquid. Paul and Patricia leave shortly after and Bob and Fay work to clean up all the dishes.

Bob then takes us for a walk. It is the first one for us in this new year and it is cold and we can see our breath. We joke about us being the Rat Pack. I notice Karim is a bit unsteady on his feet and I ask him if he is feeling fine and he responds he is just so tired he wants to sleep. So that’s where we go and we are dreaming of beef as tomorrow there will be a special New Years dinner of roast beef and we dogs know we will get a piece as a treat.

I have a special dream that I am back with Karim in the pack and we find a door to slip through and we are in a butcher’s shop in the main market at Cairo with all sorts of meat in the open for us to eat and there are no humans about.

In the early morning I am woken up half asleep by Dillie howling. I am very confused about why Dillie is acting so out of character. I see Dillie trying to nudge Karim to wake him up. But there is blood on Dillie’s snout. Has he hurt himself and is howling in pain? Then I see Karim is not moving and there is a pool of blood oozing out of his mouth. He is cold. Karim has left us to the world beyond. I say a quick prayer to Allah and pray he will guide Karim to the world beyond. Bob is with us and he knows instantly that our dearest Karim has gone to the world beyond. He picks up Karim and wraps him in a blanket. Then I see Bob and Fay putting their heads down and crying. Bob says a prayer wishing Karim a safe journey. I go outside with Dillie and we howl like wolves. We are so sad. We are hurting. Why did this happen to Karim? What did he do wrong? One moment happy the next dead. Why is life so unfair? Karim my dear friend Dillie and will miss you terribly. Our little Rat Pack is down to two now. Safe travels dear brother.

“Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog ” : Bob and Fay Speak About Reggie

When we first met Reggie it was a chance meeting at Sherwood Park in Toronto at an off leash trail. Reggie was with his foster parents. Our West Highland Terrier Dillie and Reggie hit it off. Reggie was well mannered and even shook Bob’s hand. Buddhists believe in auspicious connections meaning that a random meeting is not so random. There is a purpose to such a meeting. Call it fate if you wish. We learnt from the foster parents that Reggie was with a rescue society and was up for adoption. We completed the application too late and missed out on our destiny with fate.

Fate came back two weeks later as the new owner was going to be transferred by the bank he worked for to Singapore and Reggie was not in his plans so we became owners of the cute fellow. Aside from nipping Bob on the first day and being a bit surly and hiding behind the sofa he quickly fit into our family life. Most importantly he and Dillie got along like brothers, you know the ones that get along with each other.

What is Reggie like? He is one very smart dog and we swear he understands English! He has a strange passion for watching the BBC and we can’t figure that out. He also loves that British never ending soap opera “Coronation Street”. Dillie hangs out with Bob and prefers jazz and classical music to television.

We know that rescue dogs can suffer from trauma but aside from that first day we see no outward signs of trauma. It was as if some voice had spoken to him after nipping Bob on day 1 as he very quickly nuzzled up to him and whimpered as if he was apologizing. Isn’t that so strange? We know his rough past with the loss of his master Anwar, his time on the street and the injury caused to him by a big dog on the streets of Cairo. If he is hurting emotionally he is hiding it well.

He does have a strange habit of prostrating himself at the same time each morning and evening for 5 minutes or so. It is almost as if he is praying?

Reggie enjoys his kibble and lots of cold water. He looks at us after dinner as if he is thanking us.

One reason we adopted Reggie was to keep our ageing Dillie on his toes and stimulated both to enrich and lengthen his life.

Reggie has only been with us for a few months but is popular with humans and their dogs. He has a very unique story about living on the streets of a tough city. And my goodness he loves his walks especially the long ones. We are apprehensive about letting him off leash until we finish with his training at “puppy school”. But we know he has had enough of wandering alone and we think off leash he will stay close to us like Dillie.

Is he different from Dillie? Both love belly rubs, walking, food, treats and toys but Reggie is quieter than Dillie. Dillie is more territorial when it comes to anyone coming in our house that he does not know well. Reggie might give a few barks but soon is wagging his tail and greeting them looking for a pat on the head. Not exactly a guard dog.

He is now a member of our family!

“A Wake”: Reminding us of the Pain and Struggle with Life

“A Wake” reminds us that life can be painful and full of emotional struggles. The themes raised in the plot may not be innovative but deserving to be related to us again.

My first reaction on reading the brief PR synopsis provided the me by distributor Breaking Glass Pictures was due to two Disney actors involved it was going to be puerile and squeaky clean but knowing the films that Breaking Glass Pictures releases that didn’t make sense. Breaking Glass specializes in creative “indie” releases some of which are in the LGBTQ genre. In fact, the synopsis refers to “A Wake” as an “LGBTQ Family Drama” of which it is but the topics of suicide, religious hypocrisy, social media bullying and dysfunctional families are subplots within the film that are linked to an LGBTQ film.

In a sense the film pays attention to a posthumous coming out of homosexual Mitch (Noah Urrea). Mitch dies from a suicidal overdose after being bullied and “exposed” on social media. We have seen the damage of social media bullying in Canada as the act of cruel cowards and to bring this topic into the public eye never hurts.

And “coming out” can be painful and socially humiliating for a conservative religious family with the end result “of a cover-up” sanctioned by the church which could have been the case in “A Wake”. It can also be self liberating and accepted with love and compassion which some of Mitch’s family exhibit. But Mitch couldn’t bring himself to come out. And that is worrisome in itself but common I am sure.

For fear of ruining the plot I’ll refrain from dealing with it further.

The technical production is flawless. The acting kudos belong to Mason/Mitch (Noah Urrea), Molly (Sofia Rosinsky), Jameson (Kolton Stewart), Megan (Megan Trout) and bickering but loveable grandma Loretta (Bettina Devin). Pastor Bob (Scott Cox) and his scantily dressed wife Sheila (Tiffany Heggebo) are portrayed as hypocritical anti-LGBTQ characters almost comical and so easy to dislike! The rest of the acting is passable however during a rather explosive wake the acting of all is raised several notches. And what a scene of a family implosion you must have seen in your life with the death of a family member. The film delivers on this subplot so very well.

So this is no Disney film but it looks like it is heading that way for the first thirty minutes but after it takes a dark twist that makes it worth watching.

You can see the trailer here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_emfxasHBV8

This American film is directed by Scott Boswell and will be available August 31 on iTunes/Apple TV, Amazon, Google Play, Vudu and through local and satellite providers as well as on DVD.

Charlie Watts Rolling Stone Drummer Passes

Charlie Watts, the Rolling Stones’ Drummer and Inimitable Backbone, Dead at 80

Rock & roll legend “passed away peacefully in a London hospital earlier [Tuesday] surrounded by his family,” according to publicist

ByJOE GROSS 

Charlie Watts, drummer with The Rolling Stones, Great Britain, circa 1970. (Photo by Archive Photos/Getty Images)

Charles Robert “Charlie” Watts, the Rolling Stones’ drummer and the band’s irreplaceable heartbeat, has died at age 80. No cause of death was given.

Watts’ publicist confirmed his death in a statement. “It is with immense sadness that we announce the death of our beloved Charlie Watts,” it read. “He passed away peacefully in a London hospital earlier [Tuesday] surrounded by his family.” The statement referred to Watts as “one of the greatest drummers of his generation” and closed by requesting that “the privacy of his family, band members, and close friends is respected at this difficult time.”

Watts’ death comes several weeks after it was announced that the drummer would not be able to perform on the Rolling Stones’ No Filter Tour of U.S. stadiums. “Charlie has had a procedure which was completely successful, but his doctors this week concluded that he now needs proper rest and recuperation,” a rep for the band said in a statement at the time. “With rehearsals starting in a couple of weeks, it’s very disappointing to say the least, but it’s also fair to say no one saw this coming.”about:blankabout:blank

“Mutantism on the March” :Chapter 94 Nationalist Rampage at Avenue Du Parc in Montreal

A high voltage of ethnocentricity surged through the crowd at the Hecklevesque rally in Montreal at an auditorium on Avenue du Parc in Montreal. A huge crowd streamed out to Avenue du Parc thrashing any Hassidic Jews, Portuguese, Haitians, Greeks and visible minorities. Two Greek restaurants were set ablaze. It was beginning to look the 1918 anti-Greek riots in Toronto. One lady at the rally who had set one of the Greek restaurants on fire was attacked by the berserk owner of the restaurant in flames and stabbed her in the back with a sizzling skewer of lamb and there she lay screaming in pain as the lamb and green pepper sizzled away. Another protestor was locked in a meat locker freezer overnight and was carted away a la rigor mortis the next day. Three Portuguese shopkeepers were taken to hospital with broken noses. Some 75 injured people were lying on Avenue du Parc.

Charges of inciting a riot were laid against Hecklevesque who was delighted to be a martyr. He was out on bail a few hours later. The audience was so full of hotheads was it his fault they overreacted? The media attributed the event to over enthusiastic rabble rousers. The Greek community formed a “Greek Life Matters” movement. The Marxist Leninists at McGill University (a wholly owned subsidiary of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police) hailed it as a true proletarian uprising. The Canadian Albanian Friendship League said, “Comrades it is clear what happened on Avenue du Parc. Zealous bourgeoisie and petit bourgeoisie elements are waging a war to tear Quebec apart from Canada. When they accomplish it they intend to share the plunder. The proletarians of Quebec are being swindled by nationalistic opportunists. These counterrevolutionaries never tire of bashing immigrants hoping to divert attention from the real proletarian bourgeoisie struggle. They never talk of masters and wage slavery but one should be aware of there would be masters in an “independent” Quebec. The proletarians of Quebec will have nothing to gain from this drive for independence. Capitalists whether Greek, French, American or English are the true enemies of the Quebec working class. It is not the immigrants who are stealing the jobs. They either have the ambition to start businesses to escape economic enslavement by the bourgeoisie or take jobs the local working class deems too degrading. They work in sweat boxes where they are paid low wages where the owners claim their wages are low as they are involved in a risky business yet they enjoy luxurious winter vacations, live in grand houses in Outremont or Hampstead and have their children drive Corvettes. Isn’t it a tough life?  The hype over the Avenue du Parc incident serves to divide the working class into compartmentalized pockets incapable of acting as a unified working class when it is required the most to fight the nationalist swindle in Quebec.”

The Montreal Greek community was nervously fingering its worry beads outraged by the insults thrown their way by people who they had trusted over the years. In such cases it seemed understandable why immigrants formed insular communities. When times were good all went well but when times got rough, either politically or economically you as an immigrant were the first to get finger pointed at. After “The Slaughter on Parc” as many Greeks called it the Cretan Workingman’s Club formed vigilante groups to patrol Avenue du Parc and Park Extension to protect Greek-Canadians and Greek businesses. The immigrants complained bitterly to the federal and the Quebec provincial government but almost all politicians failed to make any commitment for fear of upsetting “the delicate equilibrium in Quebec”. There was outrage in Athens as the Canadian embassy was spray-painted with the slogan “Murder and Looting in Quebec”. The Canadian ambassador’s car was firebombed.

“Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog” :Anwar Speaks From The Land Beyond

My name is Anwar. I was Reggie’s first master. I was given Reggie when he was still a puppy. The wife of a good friend of mine gave Reggie to me. Her husband was  a journalist with a television network based in Cairo. He had a political commentary show and he often had guests who were critical of the Egyptian government and I think he had one too many guests that was critical of the government and one day he disappeared. No one ever saw him again. However we journalists and his wife knew what had happened to him. He had received several death threats before he died from a radical group called “The Brothers of Correct Islam”. Our journalistic investigations gave us preliminary indications this group was a branch of the secret service of the government of Egypt so we assume he was kidnapped and executed. His wife was leaving to the United States fearing her life as she was a feminist insisting upon equal rights for women in Egypt very dangerous in the political climate of Egypt. So I ended up with Reggie!

That was not his original name but to give everyone a fresh start I renamed him Reggie after a character in an American cartoon called “Archie”. I never owned a dog before so I had to do some research on the raising of dogs. That helped me and Reggie was a very smart dog which also helped me. Reggie was toilet trained in a few weeks. I worked mostly from home but when I was out researching and interviewing I had a dog sitting service take care of Reggie.

I watched a lot of BBC news and documentaries to get a realistic view of the world. Egyptian media was largely controlled by the government so it was difficult to get the truth about your own country! Reggie and I watched the BBC news every night and I swear he was beginning to understand English. In fact the practice of my English was helped by talking to Reggie in English. I prayed to Allah every morning and night and Reggie watched and listened intently to me.

As I had no wife and very little family in Cairo Reggie was a great comfort and companionship for me but as many people in Egypt experienced good things can come to an end. One night the secret police and army came and arrested me for treason for slandering the government in my articles. A soldier told me Reggie escaped. He told me Reggie was lucky as often pets of arrested traitors were often shot by the soldiers.

I was executed by a firing squad and I entered the world beyond and was so angry at the government for taking my life and turning Reggie into a street dog I wanted to remain as a ghost in Cairo and haunt my wrongdoers. Allah himself spoke to me and asked that I forgive those who had taken over the government and had taken his name in vain to gain and retain power. So I made a deal with Allah that he let my spirit remain on earth until Reggie was safe and taken care of. One does not make deals with God! But Allah said he would do all he could to help Reggie. And in his mysterious ways he did.

I hear and see my Reggie now with people called Bob and Fay in Toronto, Canada. I hear his prayers to Allah and to me so I appear to him to help him adapt and I can see he will be safe and loved and well taken care of. I am still sad he and I are parted but so happy to see he has a good life ahead of him my anger and fear has disappeared and I must now go to the world beyond and wait one day to be reunited with Reggie. So I close my eyes and I leave earth and go to the world beyond with a light heart. Good-bye.

“Mutantism on the March” :Chapter 93: Are the Mutants Being Framed and The Beginnings of a Nationalistic Riot?

After the firebombing of the Nicaraguan Pavilion at Expo 67 Squid and several prominent local mutants were taken to Montreal police headquarters for questioning but as there was no concrete evidence pinning the firebombing on them they were released. Squid concluded there was some ploy to blame the firebombing on mutants as it was well known Squid was a fierce opponent of Sam Moza, the fascist leader of Nicaragua,  hence he was a convenient scapegoat.

During the questioning of Squid the Montreal police produced a letter found near the scene of the firebombing signed by The Mutant Revolution Front claiming responsibility for the firebombing. But no such group existed and neither could any security authority find any intelligence on such a group. And wasn’t it odd that it was René Hecklevesque (aka Jiber) that publicly attacked mutants in his nationalistic rants. The mutants were so politically weak in Quebec why would a politician constantly be on the attack against them. This was beginning to look like a frameup of a very personal nature. Strangely although the police were caught up in a nationalist fervor, they didn’t seem to mind a foreign exhibit was destroyed as after all Expo 67 was Canada’s celebration not Quebec’s.

The mutants distrusted Hecklevesque but the Quebec politician was seen by many as a charismatic and dashing leader. Here was a guy that would stick up for them the poor oppressed Quebecois. He spoke at several rallies being received with orgasmic delight. With the blessing of his supporters he formed the Mouvement Separatiste Quebec commonly known as the MSQ. The MSQ’s primary goal was the separation of Quebec from the rest of Canada. One of their main goals in their attack were “those people” namely immigrants in Quebec causing high unemployment amongst the true citizens of Quebec. The MSQ pledged should it form the government in Quebec it would immediately “cure this alien problem”. If they only knew Hecklevesque himself was an alien from Zortixia! It was never detailed how this “curing” would take place.

One fall evening Hecklevesque delivered a steaming speech against Montreal’s large immigrant community causing an uproar inflaming the passions of his audience which were egged on by his agitators in the crowd. As Hecklevesque said,” A pure, simple and clean Quebec uncorrupted by the menace of alien backstabbing and job stealing…as a young lad I lived in St. Felicien where we lived in unity. We trusted each other and lived in total harmony and shared all we had. The police force played bric brac all day and chatted with the locals. This bliss was destroyed when a Pakistani family moved into the town and then came the Ukrainians and Poles. Our serene environment was polluted and corrupted. Gambling and drugs became widespread. Prostitution appeared. We should all learn a lesson from my boyhood experience. Greeks have run out our native chefs preparers of Michigan Red Hots, pig knuckles and tourtière and replaced them with souvlaki and perogies. This contamination will end in a free Quebec.

One bespeckled man interrupted the speech yelling that Indian tribes were here before the French settlers arrived yet were treated as second class citizens. After all Quebecois were descendants of immigrants. Well this poor fellow was seized by a burly truck driver and hurled out from the hall onto the street after his face had been thrashed by angry and outraged audience members