Aye, but then again there are not any enemy combatants. Harper can belch bellicose about “Hostile states” all he wants, but it is Canada that is hostile to Russia, not the other way around. And Canada isn’t even serious in it’s hostility, it’s commitment to the Ukraine is openly symbolic in nature and from a realist view politically, nothing but opportunistic theatre.
Canada withdrew it’s ambassador over the Crimean Crisis, but that act was not reciprocated. Canada did a bit of individual sanctioning, Russia did the same. No big whup. Canada’s Foreign Minister at the time, a complete asshole named John Baird, Godwinned on the international stage, stupidly, inaccurately, and was called out for it by Canada’s own allies. Harper visited the Ukraine for the same reason he calls Russia a hostile state, so he can be a big man wearing his big boy pants. He sent some military, and everyone is so impressed for what amounts to a pop-gun on a safari.
Meanwhile trade hums along, all the bilateral agreements and agencies relating to the North are intact and cooperating and what it all boils down to is that Stephen Harper is free to engage in as much sabre-rattling stupidity as he wants, safe in the knowledge that he is a flea on the butt of the bear, which isn’t even inclined to acknowledge the noise.
If Russia doesn’t consider itself a hostile state, what Harper thinks is both inaccurate and irrelevant.
The Crimean stuff is deadly serious, but the deadly serious talk about it by Harper is mostly theatre and he loves to portray Canada militarily, just not in the peacekeeping way that the nation is respectfully famous for. He’s a war hawk who wishes he could fly but knows he is grounded. It’s pretty pathetic.
Ha, I remember a good recent comparative. He’s spending millions and millions to celebrate the War of 1812. But the anniversary of teh adoption of the national flag, the banner that represents us to the world. $50,000 CAD. Fifty Big Ones. Or, as Harper would put it, about 38,000 US.
He’s a turd, just a particularly cunning one. Full of air. You know the kind, you have to flush 3 or four times to finally get it to swirl out of the bowl? That’s Harper, a tenacious floating turd.