.....We Don't Need No Stinking Cookies!
PrivatizationForAGreedheadedNation
MiddlemanVille
Just got back from another $200 plus round-trip family of four excursion to Vancouver Island on what used to be a ferry service we were proud to call our own.
And aside from the craptactular cookies at the ticket booth that didn't placate me one bit when I was forced to fork over that 2nd $17.50 reservation charge to make Mr. Hahn's middling minions merrier (have you ever had, say, an airline charge you extra for booking early?) , the thing that really get's me is that No Kidz Zone.
You don't know what I'm talkin' about?
Well this a place (the old coffee bar at the stern) where you are now only allowed to go if you don't have any kids and you have an extra 10 bucks that you don't care about.
Which is all fine and good, as far as it goes.
After all, we are now getting quite used to being treated like 2nd class citizens on all of these motor vessels that we bought and paid for with our own money.
But Jiminy Crickets!
(as my Grandma, she who worshipped the ground that the Wacky One walked on, and went to her grave extolling the value of BC Sugar shack shares, used to say when she was really upset)
This was the 5pm sailing from Swartz Bay back to the Mainland.
And it was packed.
Packed with families who were quite literally packed in like sardines.
In fact, many parents with strollers were forced to stand there was so little room.
And then, on our way down to Peter Toigo's liscence to print money area, I peek into that bloody lounge and I see space everywhere.
And I start cursing you all over again.
And wonder how much moola, we the people, would save if we just got rid of you and all your middling yes men?
As in immediately.
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