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DAY OF REFLECTION

Mouseland was a place where all the little mice lived and played, were born and died. And they lived in the same way that you and me. They even had a Parliament, and every four years had a choice. We are heading to the polls and voted.
Some of them even got a ride to the election, receiving a ride every four years. Like you and me. And every election day all the little mice used to go to the polls and elected a government. An integrated government by big, fat black cats.
Now, if you think it strange that mice, cats choose a government, just look at the history of Canada for the past ninety years and you will see that they are not more stupid than us ... I'm not saying anything against the cats. They were good horses.
They drove their government with dignity, passing good laws, that is, laws that were good for cats. But these laws were good for cats were not very good for mice. One law said that the entrance to the trap had to be large enough for a cat could get his foot in it. Another law said that mice could only move to certain speeds, so the cat could get his breakfast without much physical effort.
All these laws were good laws ... to cats. But, oh, were really hard for the mice. And when the mice could no longer bear, decided that something should be done. Then, they were en masse to the polls and cast the government ... black cats and white cats put in place. Now the white cats made a great campaign.
They said: "Everything Mouseland needs is more vision." They said: "The problem with Mouseland entries are rounded to the traps. If we choose to introduce square entries. And that's what they did. Now square entries were twice as large as the round, and so the cats could introduce them two feet. So life became more difficult than ever.
the time the mice could not stand it voted against white cats and put the black new . Before returning to the white cats and then back to black. Even cats treated with half white, half black and called: Coalition. Desperate
government attempted a cat with spots on the skin, a government sounds like cats were mice, but they ate like cats. Come
my friends , the problem was not the color of cats. The problem was that they were cats. And because they were cats, naturally, looked after the interests of the cats and the mice. Finally, came a little mouse who had a idea . My friends, be careful with whom you have an idea. And he said to the other mice, "Look, fellow, why do we keep electing a government of cats? Why not choose a government of mice? "OH!", They said, "is a Communist, Lock him up!" So they put him in jail. What I recall is: you can lock up a rat r or a man, but can not lock up an idea.

Tommy Douglas in 1944.