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Ricky Blue's Other Life
Ricky Blue
Ricky Blue
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is a Montreal-based humorist, singer, and writer. He and partner George Bowser are the famous Bowser and Blue comedy act. Here's his bio from their Bowser and Blue website.

Ricky Blue was born in Liverpool, England, but raised in Maine, New Jersey, and Toronto. He has an MA in English from Concordia University. He has been involved in bands and media music in Montreal for over twenty years. In 1981 he won an international 'Clio' award for excellence in advertising.

He once appeared on television naked.

His life had no real meaning, however, until he began to play with Bowser and Blue. Rick plays guitar, mandolin, and harmonica, and sings in a rather pleasant baritone when George will let him.

His columns are archived here

Posted 10.11.03

RICKY BLUE

The end of the world as we know it


For many years I thought END OF THE WORLD theories were simply an expression of human guilt. It seemed that way from images of medieval schlubs in sackcloth whipping themselves and proclaiming the world would end because we humans were all sinners.

I figured this was a typical overblown manifestation of human ego. Imagine thinking the world could end because of anything humans could do? But recently, after absorbing all the anti-car propaganda in our local daily newspaper, I am not so sure.

It seems that these theories have a real use: to get other people to do what you want them to do. In this case: don't drive a car and live in the suburbs. Be like me. Live downtown and ride a bike.

One might respond: 'Hey, I respect the way you live. Why don't you respect the way I live?' And the answer is always: Because the way you live will end all life on the planet. IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! Global warming. It's the big stick, from the medieval fear of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to the modern hysteria over the Four Hundred Horsepower Hummer. It's a new reason to whip ourselves.

The church used it to scare the living daylights out of people. There's nothing like the threat of the whole world coming to a fiery end to get people to cough up a ten percent tithe.

And isn't it possible that the anti-cars, those who aren't absolute zealots, are using this big stick to pry more money from the public coffers? That is: we-the-taxpayers.

I know they don't see themselves this way. They prefer the more romantic notion of being the heroic outsider who saves the world. It is very seductive.

Hollywood knows the power of this myth. It might be Bruce Willis or Arnold Schwarzenegger saving us from THE END, but it is the same story. Our hero not only saves the maiden in distress, but the whole planet as well.

But maybe it is really all about power and control. If people were allowed to do what they wanted, there would be more and better roads, more cars and they would be able to build more and better communities as far out into the country as they wanted. But the struggle to control government in our democracy is the struggle between what we-the-people want and what those-who-know-better want.

You know, the people who label all the multitudes of new laws that restrict freedom and raise taxes as: 'progressive.'

It was actually suggested that we pay a new tax based on how many kilometres we drive. Like, as if we don't pay enough already by buying more overtaxed gas to drive those kilometres. But those-who-know-better live on a Métro line.

It's not their problem. It's our fault for living outside the city.

And when we tell them to go jump into Beaver Lake, as any healthy human would, they hit us with this: But if you don't do what we say: IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!

This new tax backed up by an apocalyptic threat would be only one of many mega-city cases of smart-ass downtowners extorting suburbanites. Not to mention all the folks in the country who depend upon their cars. The smug anti-car slogan was 'dare to dream.' Hey, bicycle boy, how about 'dare to get off our friggin' backs! 

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