This Day In Snookland: A Sparkle Pony Here, A Sparkle Pony There, And Pretty Soon You're Talking...

....Real Unicorns.

What am I on about this time?

Well.

First off,  have a gander at two graphs (among many) that Norm Farrell has generated recently by combing through publicly available government databases:

Firstly, please note that the numbers above are for each and every single one of us per year (and, as Norm's other graphs show, this has been getting worse, year by year, since 2001). Thus, if you want to figure out how much we are losing and how much extra we are paying collectively you have to multiply the differentials of each graph by the latest provincial population projection, which is 4,581,978. 

So....

Here's the thing.

We don't have to wait until 2046 for Pamela Martin's LNG fantasy of faux sparkle ponies raining down from on high for things to get better around here (i.e. so that we can spring for crazy stuff like training programs, child and family development program improvements, paramedics and courtrooms).

Why?

Because the real sparkle ponies are right here, right now.

The only problem is that they are being stolen right out from under our noses for no good reason at all.

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Look.

I would be willing to cut this strategy, which was Gordon Campbell's and Martyn Brown's raison d'etre right from the beginning (and Mr. Brown was still kinda/sorta copping to it not long ago), some slack if it actually worked.

But, as the business friendly Progress Board (originally set up by Messr's Campbell and Brown) that Christy Clark killed in the run-up to the last election clearly demonstrated...

It does not:

Which, in my opinion, leads to only one conclusion.

Which is that all this largess that is being given to the cronies while rank-and-file British Columbians are forced to pay more has nothing whatsoever to do with Jobs! Jobs! Jobs! or Economy Strong -type Newspeakian codswallop.

Instead, it is all about said cronies and the various and assorted hangers-on and sundry pay-to-players.

And all those on the margins that do the cheerleading while they collect and cash their cheques from said cronies, etc.

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And you thought the Golden Era was over.

No such luck...

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Again, the tune above, from E and me, is a re-worked version of Phil Ochs' classic that he himself would re-work when warranted.


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