Dogs, Cauldrons and Kool-Aid | The Journal of Montreal

An African proverb says: a dog may have four legs, but it cannot take two directions at the same time.

The CAQ has just announced that Pascale Déry will be its candidate in the riding of Repentigny.

His victory is assured.


Lucky for her, because Ms. Déry has been trying for a long time to be elected somewhere, first in Mount Royal, then in Drummond, under the Conservative banner.

In short, she very very very much wants to be an MP.

She is said to be as unconditionally federalist as Pierre Bourgault was unconditionally independentist.

This announcement comes after those of Bernard Drainville and Caroline St-Hilaire, notoriously sovereignists.

Many will reproach all these beautiful people for being opportunists, thirsty for power, fantasizing about ministerial limousines.

Yes, if you want, because you have to be at the CAQ if you want power.

No, because the desire for power is not exclusively bad.

I once knew this desire. It is a powerful drug. And you have to be in power to get things done. Even a sovereigntist must take provincial power to hope to achieve his ultimate goal.

And for many Quebecers who want paradise without dying, butter and butter money, it is attractive to see a party where federalists and sovereignists coexist.

It’s like a buffet with a fixed price and unlimited quantities, where there is everything.

Not haute cuisine, but “it does the job” and it’s not expensive, the kind of restaurant where you bring a bantam hockey team and their parents.

There is a size difference, however.

At the CAQ, the federalists displayed themselves proudly, while the sovereignists had to be silent or undergo conversion therapy with hormonal treatment and surgery.

Nothing new. In 2012, a now forgotten deputy, François Rebello, was the first PQ member to join this CAQ which had just been born by swallowing up the ADQ.

He let go that his change of hat did not imply any renunciation of his sovereignist ideal.

His new caquiste colleagues, then all ex-adéquistes, fell on him on the tomato, and Mr. Rebello was obliged to publicly drink the Kool-Aid of his new religion.

These contortions are embarrassing, but do not last long and one does not die from them.

For an ambitious person, it’s no more serious than being seen playing in the nose at a red light.


It is all the less embarrassing that the polls are clear: many Quebecers are comfortable with this cohabitation under the same roof of carnivores and vegans.

But imagine that one day federal courts invalidate our laws on language and secularism.

What will Mr. Legault do at this time? Mr. Legault will probably no longer be there.

The CAQ only holds thanks to him.

It is after his departure that pots and pans will fly in the kitchens of the buffet.

Because the dog may have four legs, it cannot take two directions at the same time.

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