Bob Ramsay

Born in Edmonton. Educated at Princeton and Harvard. Speechwriter. Book editor. Copywriter. Communications strategist. Presentation trainer. Marathoner. Explorer of the world's distant places. Travel writer. Op-ed page writer. Fund-raiser. Board member. Speaker series host. Arts addict. And of course, relentless enthusiast.

A SECRET CHORD.

I had open heart surgery in 2011. Two days later my heart stopped. In the weeks that followed, while my body healed, my psyche fell into a deep depression. It seems this happens a lot after such invasions. For the next six months I watched TV for days on end, or slept in my office, pretending to work.

Eventually I got better. The Remeron helped, as did my wife Jean, a physician. But she said afterward she was surprised she hadn’t heard me listen to music that entire time. Not once.

This was a huge shock to hear. I love music the way a Swiftie loves Ms. Swift. I was raised on classical music. It’s always playing in the background of my day, including now on my computer as I write about how we don’t seem to use the tools that are just sitting there for us to pick up and help ourselves. We don’t do what the world and our own experience tell us will make us less sad, even more happy.

Such lethargy is baked into what depression is.

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LET’S CANCEL CULTURE.

The Giller Prize ceremony takes place on Monday.

Two big things have changed since last year’s Giller. It’s no longer called The Scotiabank Giller Prize because of a gymnastic compromise whereby the award’s lead sponsor agreed to pay for the sponsorship but remove their name. (This uniquely dysfunctional compromise reminds me that Canada is also the only nation where pharmaceutical companies can either mention the name of their product in their advertising, or what it’s used for, though not both.) But I digress…

Also, between last November and this, some Giller nominees and judges have refused to let their names stand for Canada’s biggest literary prize. Indeed, many writers who have nothing to do with the Giller have also waded in to say, “If nominated I will not stand; if elected I will not serve.”

As if.

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PEOPLE AREN’T BORN DICTATORS.

They become them. It takes time to learn the skills of dictatorship, just as it does anything else. 10,000 hours hardly gets you into Dictator College. Indeed, the skill developed from constant practice in dictatorship is a rare and hard-won skill, like being a concert pianist, not the reflection of a general attitude to life, like singing in the shower.

Vladimir Putin didn’t start acting as a dictator until 2014 when he invaded Crimea. Victor Orbán became Prime Minister of Hungary in 2010, but he took five more years to build his first border fence. Even Venezuela’s Nicholás Maduro, who also took office in 2010, took four years to plunge his country into dictatorial chaos.

Whether Donald Trump has the discipline to move from being a caricature of a dictator to acting like one is open to question. But he has already satisfied one necessary condition of successful dictatorship by getting elected. We’ll find out next year if it’s a sufficient condition as it was with the most powerful dictator in modern history.

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GHOSTING THE OLD.

Last week I was walking on Bloor Street past the hoardings on the new Royal Ontario Museum, the kickstart of their second make-good to right the wrongs that architect Daniel Libeskind inflicted on the ROM in 2007.

Like many hoardings, these showed what we’ll enjoy inside and out when the new OpenROM expansion is finished in 2027. It was an elysian vision of happy families of many colours, gender identities, and physical frailties, all enjoying the biggest museum in the land.

But what there wasn’t many of was people of many ages.

Indeed, there were only 5 people with gray hair, the same number of people who were in wheelchairs.

Five out of 329. One point five per cent.

This is not only wrong, it’s dumb.

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The price of righteous wrong-headedness.

I’m sure the ‘woke’ movement began with clean hands and an open heart.

A decade ago, too many people were kept away from the corridors of anything, let alone power, because of their gender, colour, faith and age.

But as with many revolutions, DEI has swung too far, lopping off innocent heads, silencing critics and brooking nothing less than total compliance for the deeply ironic idea of zero tolerance.

There’s a price to pay for this excess, and one far greater than having to reveal your pronouns in public.

Two examples this month reveal just how far the rot against competence has spread.

First, The New York Times reported on how the University of Michigan’s commitment to DEI ground its world-renowned arboretum and botanical gardens to a halt. The arboretum’s strategic plan “calls for employees to rethink the use of Latin and English plant names.”

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“IT AIN’T WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW…”

“…that gets you into trouble.” As Mark Twain said: “It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.”

This can mean anything from “My drinking isn’t hurting anyone,” and “The pain in my chest will go away on its own,” to “In Springfield they’re eating the pets of the people who live there,” and “America is run by childless cat ladies.”

But even denial and lies have fallen on hard times in this great age of untruth. Until now, lies needed at least a sideways glance to the reality that they aren’t true. The liar had to care, not so much about the truth of what they said, but about how their opponents felt about the lie.

But last month, even that went out the window.

First, in the U.S. vice-presidential debate, JD Vance chastised the moderator by saying: “The rules were, you weren’t going to fact-check and since you’re fact-checking me, I think it’s important to say what’s actually going on.”

In other words, fact-checking is cheating.

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Fuller Disclosure.

Years ago I had lunch with the clinical director of a global pharma. Earlier that day, the world learned that his company had been writing academic research articles for publication in medical journals and ‘inviting’ leading researchers to sign their names to them in return for a hefty fee. Of course, the articles promoted molecules that the pharma’s researchers were developing into drugs.

It would be impossible at lunch not to bring up this shocking scandal.

My lunch-mate took the long view, saying that all pharma scandals involve ‘cheating’ because the cost to get something approved was eye watering, and delays can cost billions. What’s more, the revenues to be earned were even vaster. So cheating was more a feature than a bug of the industry.

A result of this and many other pharma scandals is that whenever doctors now speak to a medical or public group, they must disclose what funding they received, what for and from whom, on the subject they’re speaking about. Not just their fees for speaking, but any money for anything to do with their area of expertise. And not just fees, but board and advisory positions on any company involved with their work.

I was reminded of this rule when I read last week about Economist Impact, the events and sponsored content division of The Economist Group. They run 136 events a year, including the World Cancer Conference in Brussels at the end of this month.

But that conference won’t happen because three of Economist Impact’s biggest sponsors are Philip Morris International (PMI), Japan Tobacco International (JTI) and British American Tobacco (BAT).

Economist Impact neglected to tell the dozens of expert speakers and hundreds of delegates that the companies making the cancer conference possible make a product whose normal use gives you cancer. The Economist Magazine (which calls itself a newspaper) quickly said: “Not us” the way you would when your six-fingered cousin is brought up on morals charges.

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CUTTING OFF YOUR NOSE.

My first experience with the politics of “Ready, fire, aim…” happened long ago at Queen’s Park in Toronto, the heartbeat of Ontario’s government.

The province’s farmers were protesting some new policy that would hurt the agricultural sector. So they drove hundreds of tractors up University Avenue and parked them in the middle of the circular road that rings the Provincial Legislature.

Chaos. Huge, instant traffic jams. Many thousands of people were inconvenienced by this. Thousands more were very annoyed. Politicians were enraged.

The farmers? They were positively righteous in their anger. “All Ontarians need to know just how badly they’re treating their farmers.”

I thought, “Why would you protest in a way that will get your allies and curious bystanders really mad at you?” One  answer of course was to force the other side, in this case, the province, to back down. That’s the purpose of all strikes everywhere.

But with Palestinian protesters against Israel, the collateral damage to Canada’s writing community is deadly.

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THE ENDURING RESILIENCE OF SEXUAL MONSTERS.

On October 5, 2017, Jodi Kantor and Meg Twohey broke the story of Harvey Weinstein as a sexual predator in The New York Times. Just days later, Ronan Farrow (Woody Allen’s son) expanded that story in The New Yorker.

Those two pieces sparked a revolution in how men should behave with women
at the office and on the shop floor. It was just months before the #MeToo movement swept dozens of men from their jobs and rewrote the rules of engagement between men and women, especially men and women with vastly different degrees of power.

Here in Canada, soon after The Times pieces, The Globe and Mail tried to get the goods on our own business leaders who were thought to act like Weinstein. (All our media had been stung by the CBC’s Jian Ghomeshi, but he was fired eons before in 2014, and then found not guilty at trial two years later).

The Globe wasn’t able to turn up much.

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OUT-OF-OFFICE, OUT-OF-MY-MIND.

Composing an out-of-office message used to take 30 seconds and was usually written minutes before you headed to the airport on vacation. As a friend’s OOO noted: “I am offline until Sept. 29. Off the grid. No email. No phone. No texts.”

In a very few words, this sent a big, clear message.

Now, out-of-office emails have become Rorschach Tests for our relationship to our inbox, our friends and ourselves. True, fewer of us have an office to be out of anymore. But email, far from being dead, is gobbling up the world. We now send and receive 361 billion emails every day.

My first clue that emailing was becoming a platform for pearl-clutchers and virtue-signalers came last year when I read on the bottom of a friend’s email: “I am sending this email at a time that works for me. I don’t expect you to respond to it until normal business hours, or when it suits your own work-life balance. I encourage you to make guiltless work-life choices and support flexible working.”

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WOKE NEEDS AN AWAKENING.

It’s fun and easy to mock the dervishes of politically-correct language.

But the thinking behind it masks a righteousness that would hang anyone who says ‘lumberjack’ instead of ‘woodchopper’ for fear of offending millions of marginalized female lumberjacks.

This week I stumbled across the WIPO Guidelines on Inclusive Language, issued by the World Intellectual Property Organisation. Here I learned to say “faithful dog” instead of “man’s best friend”, a “person who has had a stroke” rather than a “stroke victim”; and “a person with a drug addiction” rather than “an addict.”

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