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Mark Carney is on the verge of a majority government. Not through an election, but through parliamentary drift—floor crossings, seat math, timing.
There is nothing illegitimate about this. Canada’s system allows it. MPs are not bound to their parties, and governments rise or fall on confidence, not sentiment. This is how the machine is designed to work.
But design is not the same as meaning.
A majority government is not just a number. It is a signal—of public consent, of direction, of political momentum. When that signal comes from an election, it carries weight. When it emerges mid-cycle, assembled rather than won, it carries ambiguity. The risk is not how the majority is formed. The risk is how it is interpreted.
This is where mandate inflation creeps in.
A government that reaches majority status without facing voters may begin to act as though it has received a fresh endorsement. It hasn’t. It has acquired power within the rules, but without a reset of public consent. That distinction matters, especially when decisions carry long time horizons or high political cost.
None of this requires outrage. It requires discipline. A government in this position should govern with an awareness of how it arrived where it is—carefully, incrementally, and with an eye toward legitimacy, not just legality.
Because the test is not whether the system allows it.
The test is whether the public continues to accept what follows.


I’m an atheist. I do not believe in God, heaven, or some higher intelligence waiting behind the curtain of the universe.
Sometimes that feels like clarity. Sometimes it feels like standing unsheltered in the cold.
Cosmically speaking, we are clinging to an infinitesimal rock circling an ordinary star, drifting through a universe so vast and indifferent that its scale threatens to mock every human urgency. The things that consume us here—war, ideology, political decline, cultural mania, the fate of nations—loom enormous at ground level, yet from any larger vantage they begin to look terribly small, if not absurd.
If you stay in that frame too long, the philosophers are probably right: the line tends toward absurdism, or else toward nihilism. Once the biological imperatives are stripped bare—survive, reproduce, persist—you begin to ask what, exactly, remains, and the answers do not come easily.
Loss is what makes that question hurt.
It is one thing to reject religion in the abstract. It is another to think about the people and creatures you have loved and realize that, if you are right, they are simply gone.
I would love to be wrong about that. I would love there to be a place where what was lost was not really lost, only deferred; a place where I could see again those who were dear to me, where death turned out not to be final after all, where I could hold my cat Fiona again and feel her nose under the covers at bedtime because she had decided, as she often did, that sleep ought to be a shared enterprise. I would love to curl up with her again, give her the scritches she liked, and feel that small, warm, living certainty settle in beside me.
I would fucking love that.
But wanting something to be true does not make it so. Memory is what I have, and memory is not a permanent possession. It erodes. The edges soften. Details lose their fidelity. What once felt immediate recedes, and even love, in that sense, is left to contend with time’s slow vandalism.
So yes, I understand why human beings reached for religion.
A creature capable of love, foresight, memory, and self-consciousness is also capable of a particular kind of suffering. We do not merely lose what we love. We know in advance that we will lose it. We know we will die. We know those we cherish will die. It is not surprising that human beings built systems that promised permanence, reunion, justice, and meaning. Those promises are not arbitrary. They answer real pressures and speak to real wounds.
I do not believe those answers are true.
But I understand the need they answer, and I would be lying if I said I felt no pull from them myself. The appeal is obvious. To be told that love is not finally defeated, that separation is temporary, that the dead are not wholly gone, that all this grief is folded into some larger redeeming order—of course that is appealing. It is appealing because the alternative is so stark.
And yet I cannot make myself believe by force of will. I cannot call a thing true because I find it comforting. That leaves me where many unbelievers eventually find themselves: without eternity, without cosmic reassurance, and still very much in need of something that can be lived on.
When you cannot believe in eternity, you learn to survive on smaller mercies.
You remember what you can, even as memory fades. You invest in people while they are still here. You try to be useful. You try to make or sustain something that matters, however locally, however briefly. You accept that human meaning may not be ultimate and yet refuse, all the same, to treat it as nothing.
For me, a great deal of that has taken the form of music.
I’m a choir junkie. At one point I was singing in five different choirs. I have winnowed it down to four—still more than most people would consider sane—but singing remains one of the few things in life that feels unquestionably real to me. It demands breath, attention, discipline, listening, patience, and a willingness to stop treating your own moods as the center of the universe. You stand among other people and, together, make something that did not exist before. Then, almost as soon as it arrives, it vanishes.
That impermanence is part of the point. Music does not solve death. It does not restore the lost or promise reunion. It offers no metaphysical guarantee at all. What it can do, at its best, is create a moment of such concentrated beauty, order, and shared presence that the void is not answered so much as held at bay. For a little while, meaning is not argued into existence but felt.
The conductor John Eliot Gardiner, writing about Bach, titled his book Music in the Castle of Heaven. I cannot follow him all the way there. I do not believe there is a heaven waiting above or behind the world. But I know the feeling he is trying to name. I know what it is to stand inside a musical moment and feel that another human being, centuries ago, summoned something out of silence that still reaches into the present and gathers us up.
That is heaven enough on earth for me: not eternal life, not divine certainty, but the brief and radiant fact of human beings making something beautiful together in the face of darkness.
I am here at ground level, wanting only to lay a few bricks at the base—to help build, preserve, and share that fleeting experience with others. It is a small pool of light against the void.
And yes, it is small. It does not answer every question. It does not heal every wound. It certainly does not raise the dead. Fiona is still gone. The people we lose do not walk back through the door because a choir sings well enough. The universe does not owe us meaning, and music does not change that. Still, there are moments when a phrase resolves, a harmony opens, or a line of Bach lands with such strange and lucid rightness that one feels, however briefly, less abandoned inside things.
That is not eternity. But it is not nothing.
I criticize religion because it makes unfalsifiable claims about the structure of reality, and I do not think those claims become more credible simply because they are consoling. But my criticism does not cancel the deeper recognition beneath it: religion is trying to answer a question that does not disappear when the answer is rejected.
What do you do with loss?
What do you do with love that has nowhere left to go?
What do you do with the knowledge that everything you build, and everyone you care about, will eventually end?
Memory. Music. Friendship. Work. Service. The quiet dignity of being of some use to other people. The temporary grace of being known, and of knowing others, before the light goes out.
They are not eternity.
And sometimes, for mortal creatures like us, that has to be enough.
Canada’s Indigenous spending model has a problem it can no longer hide behind good intentions.
We are spending roughly $38 billion a year through core departments alone, after a decade of rapid expansion. The question is not whether that money is justified in principle. The question is whether it works.
On the outcomes that matter most—housing, child welfare, clean water reliability, and long-term economic independence—the answer is uneven at best and stagnant at worst. Progress exists. It is real. But it is not proportional to the scale of the spending. That gap between money spent and results achieved is the whole argument.
A system that cannot convert large, sustained spending into durable independence is not compassionate. It is failing.
The current model does not primarily produce independence. It manages dependency.
Spending has risen sharply, yet the Auditor General still found unsatisfactory progress on 53% of prior recommendations across core areas such as water, health access, emergency management, and socio-economic gaps. That is the mechanism in plain terms: more money flows, the system expands, compliance and administration thicken, and outcomes move slowly.
This is not just a funding shortage. It is a delivery failure.
And a delivery system that cannot convert major, repeated spending increases into reliable improvement is not neutral. It is misallocating resources at scale.
Canada is not bankrupt. But it is not insulated from fiscal reality either.
Federal spending is approaching half a trillion dollars. Debt-service costs are rising. Demographics are tightening the margin for error. You do not need a full sovereign-debt crisis for political choices to narrow. You just need pressure. A serious downturn, rising interest costs, or prolonged fiscal strain can force governments into reprioritization very quickly.
And when that happens, governments do not trim politely. They cut where they can.
That is where the current model becomes morally and fiscally dangerous at the same time. A system built on permanent federal transfers is stable only while those transfers keep flowing at politically tolerable levels. The moment that assumption weakens, those most dependent on the state become the most exposed to its limits.
That is the point too many sentimental arguments glide past. Dependency is not merely expensive. It is fragile.
A support model that only works while fiscal capacity keeps expanding is not a support model. It is a fair-weather dependency machine.
The present structure also rewards the wrong things. It rewards program expansion over completion, compliance over outcomes, announcements over maintenance, and federal management over local accountability. Money moves. Reports get written. Conditions improve, if they improve, far too slowly.
Look at drinking water. Ottawa rightly points to advisories lifted over the past decade. That progress matters. But Ottawa’s own figures also show that long-term advisories remain, and that many systems still require operational improvements before advisories can be lifted. That is not mainly a ribbon-cutting problem. It is a maintenance and systems problem. Building is politically photogenic. Sustaining is harder. The current model has often been better at funding capital headlines than at securing competent long-run operation.
The same broader pattern appears elsewhere. Indigenous children remain dramatically overrepresented in foster care. In 2021, Indigenous children made up 7.7% of children under 15, but 53.8% of children in foster care. A system that absorbs this much money and still leaves such ratios in place does not get to call itself successful because it can point to process, intent, or moral vocabulary.
If a model is expensive, underperforming, and fragile, it does not get preserved untouched. It gets triaged.
That means being willing to contemplate deep reductions—on the order of half to two-thirds over time—not as punishment, but as forced prioritization. The case is not for abandoning Indigenous communities. The case is for abandoning the fantasy that every current layer of spending is equally necessary, equally effective, or equally defensible.
Not everything should survive.
What should be protected is what is plainly essential: clean water systems with funded long-term maintenance, core health and emergency services, schooling, literacy, child protection, housing tied to credible upkeep plans, and communities that demonstrate effective local governance capacity.
What should be cut, compressed, or eliminated is the non-essential layer that accumulates in every morally protected spending regime: duplicative federal administration, consultant-driven program layers, pilot projects that never scale, compliance regimes that consume resources without clearly improving lives, and symbolic reconciliation spending detached from measurable outcomes.
If a program cannot show serious, durable improvement, it does not get to exist because it sounds compassionate in a press release.
This is where critics will predictably panic and moralize. They will say that Indigenous communities cost more to support because of historical injustice, geographic isolation, damaged infrastructure baselines, and the enduring effects of state misconduct. That is the strongest version of the opposing case, and parts of it are obviously true.
Historical injustice matters. Geographic isolation matters. Remote delivery costs are real. Weak starting conditions are real.
But that argument does not rescue the current model.
Historical injustice explains the starting line. It does not excuse a decade of rapidly expanding budgets with only partial and uneven progress. A moral claim to support is not the same thing as a proof that the delivery structure works. And after this much spending, defenders of the status quo still cannot point to outcome improvement proportionate to the scale of expenditure.
That matters because dependency wrapped in the language of reconciliation is still dependency. A model that leaves communities structurally tied to Ottawa’s fiscal condition is not empowering them. It is exposing them.
The answer, then, is not cuts for their own sake. It is reallocation.
Savings from the non-essential layer should be redirected in two directions. First, toward fiscal stabilization, because a state that loses control of its finances loses control of its choices. Second, toward connective infrastructure: roads, bridges, utilities, and other corridors that physically integrate isolated communities into provincial economies and reduce the permanent cost of remoteness.
Isolation is not an identity. It is, in significant part, an engineering and governance problem.
If you do not solve that problem, you will subsidize its consequences forever.
Historical injustice explains the starting line. It does not excuse ten years of bigger budgets with only marginal gap closure.
This is the part polite politics hates to say aloud. A country that refuses to discipline failing systems during periods of relative control increases the odds that future discipline will arrive under pressure instead. Markets impose limits. Debt-service costs impose limits. Fiscal stress imposes limits. In more extreme scenarios, countries lose the luxury of setting their own reform timetable and their own reform terms.
Better a hard reallocation now than a panicked contraction later.
Better to choose triage than to have it chosen for you.
The question is not whether Canada should support Indigenous communities. It should.
The question is whether Canada is willing to admit that the current model is not delivering enough, not fast enough, and not durably enough to justify its scale. Because the worst outcome is not reform. The worst outcome is drift: a system that consumes, reassures, and congratulates itself right up until the moment it cannot continue.
And then fails all at once.

References
- Indigenous Services Canada and Crown-Indigenous Relations and Northern Affairs Canada planned spending totals for 2025–26, approximately $38 billion combined.
- Office of the Auditor General of Canada follow-up finding that 53% of prior recommendations showed unsatisfactory progress.
- Indigenous Services Canada figures on long-term drinking water advisories, including advisories lifted and those still active.
- Statistics Canada figures showing Indigenous children as 7.7% of children under 15 but 53.8% of children in foster care in 2021.
- Federal spending and debt-pressure context from the budget and main estimates material summarized in the source text.





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