There Is No Broadcast With This Editorial.
I’m at the Point, where I’m simply Tapped-Out of Hearing the Same BS Peddled as News – Constantly . . . And No Less Unsavory Than Regurgitated Cow’s Cud.
I don’t care if it’s CNN, ABC, NBC, CBS, MSNBC, Fox News CTV, CBC Or GLOBAL . . . It’s all the same Contrived Sensationalized Crap – Packaged & Repackaged Again & Again, as if it was all something New, Different & Exciting.
Millions Of People Shop On Black Friday – A Dozen Push & Shove . . . And it’s the Dozen who Push & Shove, which becomes Serious News, Shown by all the Networks Over & Over Again . . . as if that is Somehow Really Important.
Unless Something Real Happens . . . Worthy Of Writing About – Not The Rehashed Crapola We’re Spoon-Fed For Media Ratings . . . I’m Going to Tell You some REAL Inside Stories of what Politics, the People & the Media are Really all About.
Right After My New Year’s Day Press-Conference . . . when I told the Media where they could Shove-It, AND THAT I QUIT – I received a Phone Call from a “Serious” Financial Player in Montreal, who was an Older Man, with a very High Profile, who Asked me not to do Anything Rash, since my next Plan was to visit our Corporate Lawyer right after the Holidays, and Surrender the QPAC (Quebec Political Action Committee) Not For Profit Federal Charter.
The Rich Older Guy Said . . . He will Gather Perhaps a Dozen or so other Financially Prominent Montrealers, and we should Meet that Night at a Place & Time of my Choosing. To Which I Agreed.
Later On In The Morning, Near Noon – I Received another Phone Call from a Man who I didn’t Know, and whose name I didn’t Recognize, who Heard about this Meeting and Wanted to be there too.
But I Apologized to him, saying that this was not my Meeting. That it was Arranged by Others. And I didn’t have the Right to Invite Anyone who wasn’t Invited by the Organizer. And not to be Dismissive or Condescending – that the People who were Coming, were Quite Wealthy, and Might not Feel Comfortable with someone out of their Financial or Corporate League . . .
To Which The Caller On The Other End Of The Line Said . . .
I know all the People who will be Meeting with you Tonight, I just don’t know where and I don’t know when. I am Far Wealthier than any of them, and I will Double the Highest Amount of Money anyone Puts on the Table at that Meeting.
And after he Told me What his Business was . . . My Response Was – “It will be my Pleasure to see you Tonight at the Holiday Inn Point Claire at 7:00 O’Clock”.
The Holiday Inn Pointe Claire . . . was the First Hotel our Advertising Agency ever Promoted, Marketed & Advertised. When we got the Contract, it was with a New Manager who was Assigned to that Hotel to Straighten out its Finances and Sell-It before it went Bankrupt.
The Manager (Paul) was from a Farming Community about 45-Minutes North West from the Hotel, which was in Pointe Claire Quebec, a Middle Class West Island Suburb of Montreal.
I Believe this was Paul’s First Shot at actually Managing a Hotel . . . And it was my First Shot at Promoting a Hotel. He was a Country-Guy Through & Through, and I was more from the Big City. He was Very Conservative, while I wasn’t that Conservative Yet. I was (am) Jewish. And he was a Devout Baptist Fundamentalist Preacher . . . AND WE BECAME FAST FRIENDS.
I Won’t Go Into My Business Dealings With The Holiday Inn Pointe Claire, other than to say they were 100% On the Up & Up & Extremely Lucrative to the Hotel & our Advertising Agency . . . And Paul Was Exceptionally Generous To My Activist Causes.
After Years Of Hospitality Success . . . The Holiday Inn Pointe Claire was Remodeled & Developed into a Gorgeous 4-Star Property, which also became a Montreal Landmark, which also became the Center for All Things QPAC, Including Meetings & Rallies.
And In The Corporate Agreement Between The Holiday Inn Pointe Claire & Promar . . . We Maintained an Exchange of Values, which were used for a Multitude of Events . . . So, when the Wealthy Older Guy Said Pick A Place & A Time – It was the Holiday Inn Pointe Claire, where the Cost for a Meeting Room with Coffee, Tea, Water, Soft Drinks & Snacks . . . Were 100% Donated By The Hotel.
The Meeting Room Was Designed for as many as 2-Dozen People. The Seating Arrangements were in a Horseshoe Layout, so Everyone could see Each Other. I Sat at One of the Two Far Ends of the Table. Right by my Side, on my Right Side as Always was Anne. To my Immediate Left, sat Noah, who was one of Two Co-Directors of QPAC. And to his Immediate Left was Manfred, a University Professor who was the other Director of QPAC.
In Fact . . . I Was QPAC.
Even Though there were Two other Directors, which was the Law in those days, in order to Incorporate a Federal Not For Profit Corporation . . . It Was only Anne & Myself who took the Beating. It was I who Organized all the Events, Paid Out our Personal Money, Received the Insults, Threats & Had to Live with Armed Body Guards 24/7.
And Then it Started . . .
I Welcomed Everyone & Thanked them for Being at this Meeting of their own Calling. I Introduced Anne, Noah & Manfred, and Suggested that the People who Wanted to Speak should do so by taking turns by Going Around the Table, Starting to the Left of Manfred.
The First Person To The Left of Manfred was Art, the man who called me, and said he would Double the Highest Amount of Money Put-Up at this Meeting. Art Had Nothing To Say.
The Next Person After Art Was Phil . . . Phil was an Extremely Interesting Guy, whose Business was Morphed somewhat from the Fashion of Don Corleone. Phil Also Had Nothing To Say.
Then It Went To The Man Who Asked For The Meeting . . . His name was Avi, who Opened up with a Criticism, that this Meeting was at a Suburban Holiday Inn, Rather than at a Fancy Downtown Hotel like the Ritz Carleton, where a Room with Services & Snacks of this Caliber would have Cost Thousands of Dollars . . . And From There It All Went Downhill.
If Nothing Happens In The World To Change Things . . . I’ll Continue Writing about this in the Next Editorial, so you will have an Idea of what Real Politics is all About, and why so Few Quality People want to do it
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov