People in glass houses
People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones (virtual or otherwise). In the case of the Canadian parliamentarians, I’m sure they’ll pay no attention to that advice.
Our House of Commons is old, dilapidated, in need of repair. And that doesn’t even touch the gang inside. The plan, it would appear, is to build an expensive, temporary fishbowl to house the House while the home reno team gets down to work. Seriously, the announcement that we (the people) are now budgeting a $42 million or more to set up an alternative romper room shouldn’t surprise anyone. It’s the Canadian way, eh.
Now, I’m from Charlottetown, and we’ve got a famous site with a glass roof. Leaks. Constantly. I’ve seen the buckets. What’s to assure that the Ottawa version won’t suffer from the same shortsighted construction technique? Will it matter? Stay tuned to the newest reality show from the Capital region; wet politicians on ice.
Elsewhere in the great white North, the group Heart got storm-stayed after a concert. Welcome to Canada, ladies. In contrast, I just read an article about historical snowfalls in San Francisco. OK. Heart is from Seattle, but it’s the same nation. Getting snowed in just doesn’t rank high on the list of risks. Probably didn’t even have insurance to cover the disaster.
It’s all about weather, in February. The giant ramp just below my city centre bus stop had to be covered in plastic last evening, to protect the snow from a bit of freezing rain. I mean, I didn’t even fall down this morning, so it was a minor squall. Save the plastic tarps for the painters.
