Wab is a man on a mission.
A divine mission.
We know 'cause he told us so.
Well, not us exactly, but Alberta Native News in March 2012, with more details in his pre-politics memoir.
It seems that when he was three years old, or maybe it was four, Wab had a vision.
He was in his bedroom, where all good three-year-olds should be at night, and he started to hallucinate. He saw an eagle.
It's always an eagle. It's never a magnificent Canada goose or a perky red-breasted robin. No, it's got to be an eagle. In this case, a Golden eagle.
Before the eagle, though, little Wab saw a pipe ("It was beautiful") with four eagle feathers hanging from it fastened by brass tacks. The eagle swooped down to grab the pipe in its claws. "The scenery faded" b…