The dean of Conestoga should (probably) be in prison
And other reports on Canada's mass immigration dumpster fire, as well as developments that point to belated, begrudging progress.
Ottawa is an old city, and no longer in very good shape, nor is the canal that runs through her (where the public is oft no longer allowed to skate for reasons of both El Nino and to protect bureaucratic, ‘climate crisis’ kayfabe), but there are parts of her that are still pretty nice.
‘The Hill’ is beautiful — at least, when it’s not under make-work construction. The Library of Parliament should be a must for most visitors. Little Victories cafe and the Chateau Laurier hold their charms. The bakeries in Westboro Village sure can nail a breakfast sandwich. And the coffee is excellent, if you can get past the locals’ affinity for masking.
It gets far less “pretty nice” amongst the migrant gangs and safe-injection success stories that now make up a once-bustling Byward Market. But perhaps nowhere now casts as long a shadow as the hill office of Canada’s Minister of Immigration Marc Miller, where an increasingly overburdened groomsman has of late found himself tweeting deep into the Frank Graves witching hour, in a desperate quest to find anyone to blame but himself for Canada’s generational mass immigration crisis, which has fueled second-order disasters across seemingly every government file.
He could start by criticizing his boss, or his predecessor Sean Fraser, who has since been tasked with bringing his reverse-Midas-touch to a government housing initiative now celebrating the “unlocking” of hundreds of thousands of homes a year, while seemingly building nothing, and letting in 1.5 million (and counting!) per year.
But that would make too much sense. So Marc blames the Leader of the Official Opposition. He blames Stephen Harper. He blames intolerance, or the so-called ‘right-wing’ boogeyman. Anything but admit his own culpability. Yet, boy, are our politicians ever culpable.
In the midst of writing this piece, a source I trust happened to reach out with one hell of an insider anecdote: he had just taught at Conestoga, the Rolls Royce of Canadian diploma mills, with satellite ‘campuses’ flooding towns across Ontario, and stepped away after viewing some appalling practices.
“The whole thing was incredibly sketchy from the start. I was brought on with only weeks to prep a course. The curriculum was watered down and embarrassing. The content was abhorrent, really.
Every student was Indian. In a classroom of 40, four would show up on time. There was no standard. This was a supposedly capstone course in an accelerated program. There was zero engagement. The whole thing was a shitshow. It was so blatantly exploitative.
I always thought it was a strong institution, but that’s the sketchiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
As angry as Marc Miller grows, he can no longer ignore this elephant in the room. With humble folk like you and I having finally pushed the Conservative Party to join the discourse on objectively insane numbers that serve only a few Liberal insiders, two premiers (one who should know better), corporate welfare types, and strip mall college slave-traders, there’s no more avoiding what needs to come next.
Miller can pretend “there are no simple answers to the immigration and housing question,” while serving in cahoots with a columnist all of Ottawa knows to be on the PMO’s speed dial, but all the old Liberal excuses aren’t going to cut it.
The sobering realities of Canada’s unconscionable diploma mill grift have finally started to permeate throughout the mainstream discourse. The evidence of our eyes and ears, and the cries of millions of miserable foreign students and not-so-temporary workers have become impossible to ignore.
Miller may now admit that Canada’s government-approved foreign student black market “has gotten out of control,” but he does himself no favours by then attempting to pin that blame on Canada’s next prime minister, who he blames for not showing “serious leadership.”
Serious leadership, in this case, would be siding with the self-created ministry of millions of foreign students and non-permanent residents living five to a basement with suicidal ideation. In the words of a professional wrestler whose promos I most enjoy, “Na, na!” We won’t be siding with that kind of crap here at Acceptable Views, and nor should anyone who has witnessed their once-modest local ‘Valley of Ashes’ grow into some sprawling central business district of dystopia, drugs, and decay.
We’re here to speak truth to terrible policy, and those who shouldn’t know peace until the pain they’ve inflicted is done. So join me on the other side of the paywall, for some more interesting conversations I’ve had ‘on background,’ some great reporting on the mass immigration boondoggle, and words I’ve shared with a major minister and policy director.