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Nic Name · 06-30-2002, 02:47 PM

THE WAY OF THE WORLD

Fossils at the conflab

By ALLAN FOTHERINGHAM

Saturday, June 29, 2002 – Print Edition of The Globe & Mail, Page A2

CALGARY -- As fate would have it, your scribbler was raising a glass with R. Klein last year when he revealed that J. Chrétien had called him on the blower from Europe. The PM was so appalled at the carnage at the G8 conflab in Genoa that he wanted to spare his precious Ottawa, chosen site of the 2002 summit, from being burned down -- which would not look too good on the capital's most prominent politician.

The PM, his geography rather shaky, asked Da Preem if there was not some suitable hideaway in Jasper as an alternate choice. The Alberta Premier explained that Jasper in the Rockies was more than a three-hour drive from Edmonton airport. He suggested there was a tiny spot known as Kananaskis, outside Banff, an hour's drive from Calgary.

And so, this week, as the leaders of the world could spare only 30 hours (including sleep) to solve all the world's problems, J. Chrétien proudly told the G8 honchos that he had personally picked this pristine spot himself, not mentioning that he had never set eyes on the place until this moment. Such is political farce, with the New York Times (accurately) describing world leaders "cowering in a Canadian mountain resort."

This is the fifth G8 "summit" the scribbler has tried to cover, from Venice to "the world's largest log cabin" on the Ottawa River, and the amount of news has gradually shrunk each time. The original idea, pushed by former U.S. secretary of state Henry Kissinger, came from the Concert of Europe which had emerged from the 1814-15 Congress of Vienna where Europe's big powers -- Britain, Austria, Prussia, Russia and eventually France -- agreed to preserve peace through concerted diplomatic actions. It was, by pure coincidence, the idea on which Kissinger had written his doctoral thesis.

And so, such is progress, 2,500 global reporters were locked in a monstrous room in Calgary, pretending to cover what they cannot see, but what is filtered by "briefing officers" out of the mountain retreat -- rather like Osama bin Laden in his Afghanistan cave. The Canadian briefer, who was to update the 300 Canadian reporters at 11:30 p.m. on what went on at the "working dinner" of the G8 boys turned out not to have attended the dinner himself and had nothing to say. Whatsoever.

It fits the scenario. Dubya Bush sandbags J. Chrétien, whom he clearly does not like (check the body language), by announcing his ukase on Yasser Arafat the day before arriving here and stealing all the headlines. J. Chrétien does not get the African package he wanted as host chairman. Canada promised $500-million to Africa, but spent $300-million for security on this conference that is not a conference but was guarded by 5,000 troops and 14 checkpoints on the road to the cowering retreat.

And the media, with nothing to cover, didn't even get the riots it wanted.

On one protest march, down Calgary's trendiest pedestrian mall lined with sidewalk cafés, the teenaged girls with purple hair and masked faces were outnumbered by middle-aged men in nicely tailored sports shirts (lawyers? loggers? union leaders?)

The most intelligent suggestion came from French President Jacques Chirac, next year's host, who mused that perhaps the whole farce should be done by video feed. Which essentially was the way this thing was done. Certainly would save a lot of newspaper expense accounts, since what you saw could have been seen staying home and watching the telly.

The pols, hypocrites as usual, want the coverage but they don't risk the exposure.

No one takes it seriously anymore. New York Times, best paper in the world, buried its coverage on page 13. Best commentary is that the eight leaders, as farewell gifts, were given fountain pens mounted in pen holders made of 70-million-year-old fossilized oysters dug from the earth in the Milk River valley.

The G8 is a dinosaur that won't fly anymore.

A poke at Cowtown

Just as surely as some people try to fake their personalities, some cities do the same. Calgary is the prime example, trying to push its "Cowtown" image when it is anything but. The city, to welcome the thousands of hacks and world delegates, staged the 2002 Hoot and Holler evening with a sampling under a huge tent of bronco-busting, bull-chasing and all the rest.

Ritual stage Indians, all feathers and headdresses for the tourist cameras. A chap doing rope tricks with a stiff rope, just as Will Rogers did on stage. Plastic white Stetsons. A lonely couple outside an ersatz tepee in "Indian Village." Grown men, trying to suck in their tummies with belt buckles the size of pancakes, teetering on their cowboy-boot high heels. The evening, planned to impress visiting hacks, gets few reporters because they're all tied up overtime in their downtown prison trying to make bricks out of straw, such is the shortage of real facts. The point -- with the Calgary Stampede just a week away -- is that this is an oil-and-gas town, built on it, wealthy because of it. Most of these businessmen trying to look like Gene Autry have never seen a horse.

06-30-2002, 02:47 PM	#3
Nic Name retired Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: Toronto, Canada Posts: 1,930	The Globe & Mail article says it best ... THE WAY OF THE WORLD Fossils at the conflab By ALLAN FOTHERINGHAM Saturday, June 29, 2002 – Print Edition of The Globe & Mail, Page A2 CALGARY -- As fate would have it, your scribbler was raising a glass with R. Klein last year when he revealed that J. Chrétien had called him on the blower from Europe. The PM was so appalled at the carnage at the G8 conflab in Genoa that he wanted to spare his precious Ottawa, chosen site of the 2002 summit, from being burned down -- which would not look too good on the capital's most prominent politician. The PM, his geography rather shaky, asked Da Preem if there was not some suitable hideaway in Jasper as an alternate choice. The Alberta Premier explained that Jasper in the Rockies was more than a three-hour drive from Edmonton airport. He suggested there was a tiny spot known as Kananaskis, outside Banff, an hour's drive from Calgary. And so, this week, as the leaders of the world could spare only 30 hours (including sleep) to solve all the world's problems, J. Chrétien proudly told the G8 honchos that he had personally picked this pristine spot himself, not mentioning that he had never set eyes on the place until this moment. Such is political farce, with the New York Times (accurately) describing world leaders "cowering in a Canadian mountain resort." This is the fifth G8 "summit" the scribbler has tried to cover, from Venice to "the world's largest log cabin" on the Ottawa River, and the amount of news has gradually shrunk each time. The original idea, pushed by former U.S. secretary of state Henry Kissinger, came from the Concert of Europe which had emerged from the 1814-15 Congress of Vienna where Europe's big powers -- Britain, Austria, Prussia, Russia and eventually France -- agreed to preserve peace through concerted diplomatic actions. It was, by pure coincidence, the idea on which Kissinger had written his doctoral thesis. And so, such is progress, 2,500 global reporters were locked in a monstrous room in Calgary, pretending to cover what they cannot see, but what is filtered by "briefing officers" out of the mountain retreat -- rather like Osama bin Laden in his Afghanistan cave. The Canadian briefer, who was to update the 300 Canadian reporters at 11:30 p.m. on what went on at the "working dinner" of the G8 boys turned out not to have attended the dinner himself and had nothing to say. Whatsoever. It fits the scenario. Dubya Bush sandbags J. Chrétien, whom he clearly does not like (check the body language), by announcing his ukase on Yasser Arafat the day before arriving here and stealing all the headlines. J. Chrétien does not get the African package he wanted as host chairman. Canada promised $500-million to Africa, but spent $300-million for security on this conference that is not a conference but was guarded by 5,000 troops and 14 checkpoints on the road to the cowering retreat. And the media, with nothing to cover, didn't even get the riots it wanted. On one protest march, down Calgary's trendiest pedestrian mall lined with sidewalk cafés, the teenaged girls with purple hair and masked faces were outnumbered by middle-aged men in nicely tailored sports shirts (lawyers? loggers? union leaders?) The most intelligent suggestion came from French President Jacques Chirac, next year's host, who mused that perhaps the whole farce should be done by video feed. Which essentially was the way this thing was done. Certainly would save a lot of newspaper expense accounts, since what you saw could have been seen staying home and watching the telly. The pols, hypocrites as usual, want the coverage but they don't risk the exposure. No one takes it seriously anymore. New York Times, best paper in the world, buried its coverage on page 13. Best commentary is that the eight leaders, as farewell gifts, were given fountain pens mounted in pen holders made of 70-million-year-old fossilized oysters dug from the earth in the Milk River valley. The G8 is a dinosaur that won't fly anymore. A poke at Cowtown Just as surely as some people try to fake their personalities, some cities do the same. Calgary is the prime example, trying to push its "Cowtown" image when it is anything but. The city, to welcome the thousands of hacks and world delegates, staged the 2002 Hoot and Holler evening with a sampling under a huge tent of bronco-busting, bull-chasing and all the rest. Ritual stage Indians, all feathers and headdresses for the tourist cameras. A chap doing rope tricks with a stiff rope, just as Will Rogers did on stage. Plastic white Stetsons. A lonely couple outside an ersatz tepee in "Indian Village." Grown men, trying to suck in their tummies with belt buckles the size of pancakes, teetering on their cowboy-boot high heels. The evening, planned to impress visiting hacks, gets few reporters because they're all tied up overtime in their downtown prison trying to make bricks out of straw, such is the shortage of real facts. The point -- with the Calgary Stampede just a week away -- is that this is an oil-and-gas town, built on it, wealthy because of it. Most of these businessmen trying to look like Gene Autry have never seen a horse. Last edited by Nic Name; 06-30-2002 at 08:37 PM.