In an effort to achieve some balance in what used to be a two-party system, I supported what I believed to be a more authentic conservative voice: the Canadian Alliance. With many of the same origins as Ross Perot’s Reform Party in the United States, the Reform Party of Preston Manning flowered into a Canadian Alliance, which has now redefined itself as some kind of pro-democracy coalition. That untitled agreement should tell all Canadians how impossible a democracy is under socialism. That worldwide liberals have always been three months pregnant with communism is now beginning to sink through, all the way to the United Nations.

No one knows this better than Canada’s perennial Prime Minister Jean Chrétien. Once a devoted disciple of Pierre Trudeau, Chrétien is now starting to remind me of Charles de Gaulle. When the great French leader declared, "Après moi, le déluge," he meant, "Après moi, les légions des communistes!" And, of course, he was right. With his passing, Parisian bistros became mini-politburos. De Gaulle’s appearance in Quebec at the end of his career was ill-advised, in light of his concern over a communist takeover of France. His infamous "Vive le Québec libre!" call to arms from Montreal’s City Hall during a 1967 state visit aided and abetted Quebec communists. Two of them assassinated Quebec cabinet minister Pierre Laporte in 1970 and now proudly walk the streets of that beautiful city.

It is clear that Chrétien has not been fighting the French of Quebec but the communists. Few understand to what extent Maoist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre is still revered in ‘la belle province’.

The terror that erupted in Ottawa’s liberal enclaves in October 1970 has filtered into the democratic socialist cliques of the United Nations. A worldwide Black October seems, if not inevitable, at least unnervingly probable. No one knows that better than Chrétien. He excluded Cuba’s Communist Dictator Fidel Castro from the April 2001 Summit of the Americas in Quebec City, with an unequivocal condemnation of his human rights abuses. No other leader of a socialist federation had ever done that, and it was long overdue.

I recently announced my intention to run for Governor of Florida, simply to oppose former U.S. Attorney General Janet Reno’s Democratic candidacy. Being a man of my word, I can’t back out now. When I said I’d leave the United States because of possible treason within the Clinton administration, I did. So, even if I have to enter the Florida race as a write-in candidate and run a campaign that’s half Ross Perot and half Pat Paulsen, I will.

My determination to run under the banner of a party of my own creation grows with every second. If THE REALISTS (Not a Political Party but a North American State of Mind) are more often labeled THE MORIARTYISTS and our view of reality is damned as "Moriartyism," I won’t be the least bit surprised or daunted. (See CHALK TALK FOUR and its portrait of the commie-baiting, Irish-American triple play from McCarthy to Kennedy to Moriarty.) The Clintons’ abuse of the Bill of Rights far surpassed any damage Joseph McCarthy did when he broke the Constitution while trying to save it.

So, I’m in the British Columbia bullpen warming up. I expect I’ll be brought in as a relief pitcher. The Central Intelligence Agency, Canadian Security Intelligence Service, Interpol and MI6 are still trying to figure out Castro’s efforts to annex Florida, his dream of turning the American "boot" into a North Wing of the Cuban Communist Psychiatric Hospital by getting his appointee Reno elected Governor. In Cuba, anyone who’s not Marxist is insane, and anyone who’s not a Leninist is quantifiably neurotic. Free Cubans, of course, are certifiably psychotic in Castro’s eyes. I do not wish to see Governor Reno and the American Liberal press demonize Miami’s Free Cuban community, making them look like tropical Branch Davidians. It would amount to an American Black October. I don’t think Chrétien wants to sit helplessly in Ottawa as General Castro moves his operation all the way to Georgia’s southern border.

I think Chrétien would agree that the emerging new order of moderate liberals and "pink Tory Republicans" has a common enemy: a possible, worldwide Black October.

During the Clinton years, the land mines of Leninist insurgency were placed everywhere. While atomic secrets floated to Beijing, Viet Cong and KGB underground operatives received a tacit carte blanche to infiltrate every aisle in the North American black market. The United States is as outfitted for destruction as was the Oklahoma City Federal Building.

Why would I want to ride shotgun for liberals? I used to be one. My awakening does not erase my former credentials and the verifiable fact of my own self-delusion. I treat liberals now as I treat alcoholics who are still suffering. Socialism, like alcoholism, is -- as Bill Wilson, the founder of Alcoholics Anonymous, described his own disease -- "a cunning and baffling addiction." Therefore, I don’t want to see my liberal friends mowed down by psychotic, incorrigible "power-drinkers" like Castro, Arafat, Khaddafi, Kim Jong Il, Mugabe or the assassins of Black October.

Canada now represents half of my "North American state of mind." Since Liberals have always treated my faith in God as a charmingly puerile belief in Santa Claus, let’s call the common ground between myself and worldwide democratic socialists ‘Reality’. Let’s start there, and then we’ll all "get real."

So, I’m quite prepared to be a "relief pitcher" for Chrétien’s increasingly intense baseball battle with Castro. Having been a Liberal, I can throw both right and left. Knowing that I’d not really be opposing either Reno or Governor Bush but actually pitching fastballs, curves and knucklers to and at Castro, Chrétien might do well to acknowledge at least a passing interest in my availability. I’m too old to sit here and cry, "Now coach? Now?" I’m just here in the most beautiful province in the world, British Columbia, having the greatest time of my life, both as a citizen and artist of North America, raising and enjoying my Canadian family, but ready, at a moment’s notice or baseline coach’s signal, to pack my bags for Florida.