And I thought the sale of BC Rail was fixed from the start.
A month ago Vaughn Palmer wrote a now prescient column on the ALR. The column seemed to come out of nowhere: A group of Agricultural Land Reserve supporters showed up at the annual budget hearings to provide input on the core review of the ALR.
Core Review of the ALR? Neither the chair nor the vice chair of the Budget Input Committee knew anything about the Core Review of the ALR.
And, Palmer noted, you think they would, particularly because the Chair of the Budget Input Committee is also the Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister Responsible for the Core Review, Pat Pimm.
Geez. It would be as if the government were hiding its real agenda if it didn’t even tell its own Parliamentary Secretaries what was really up with the Core Review and the budget before sending them out on the road to gather public input.
Turns out they didn’t. And they are. Hiding the real agenda.
Turns out the Parliamentary Secretary is just an ignorant straw man whose job it is to keep interested people from asking hard questions.
The Globe is reporting today that the government is planning to get rid of BC’s innovative Agricultural Land Reserve. The paper is written. The Cabinet is listening. Even if the leak messes things up for a few weeks, the Reserve and Commission as deciders are likely dead meat.
How brown is that? Why it’s almost as brown as a fake and meaningless five-point ask on a pipeline that they were going to approve regardless – just as soon as they got a tricky little election out of the way.
This is why the BC NDP owed it to the people of BC to win the May election. This is why the House sits less than a month a year. This is why the Liberals will always outraise the BC NDP and why the NDP should never count on the big business sector for its ask.
I added oxy today to go along with the methadone, gabapentamine, advil and tylenol. To make sure I can cross the border and visit a restaurant or bookstore or both in Bellingham over the next month or so, one of my palliative care docs, whom I love btw, wrote a little mosh note to the border patrol.
“He’s no pusher, he’s just another guy with advanced, non-operable cancer that will surely kill him within a month or two. Don’t worry, be happy and let him through.”
I hope they listen. I have books to buy and cool restaurants and oyster bars to visit on the old Fairhaven highway.
And another BTW: I’m worried about this because if anything happens I just don’t have the health care coverage to pay for a medivac. You see, up here our taxes still pay for this great health care I get.
Yes, I know it could be a little cheaper taxwise. What couldn’t these days? But it is a lot cheaper per patient than America’s and it does spread the cost out in equality minded fashion through the tax system. You can’t beat that, even if your web sites don’t work so well.
Finally. And that word carries a lot of meaning for me these days…
My doc gave me up to 8 weeks today, saying she wouldn’t be surprised to see me make Christmas, not that I’m a big celebrant. Some people even believe I’ll sneak into the New Year, which is a big deal when my own docs originally thought I wouldn’t make it much past Labour Day.
I don’t know how I feel about that. Wrapping my head – so to speak – around time to live is a strange thing to do. All I know is that right now I don’t want to die. I haven’t found peace if that’s what you are supposed to do. I don’t even know under which rock to look.