Begging for tickets
New provincial budget. Same old view of things. A financial model wherein the taxable (me) continues to contribute to the limit of my means. Have to give credit to the financial ministry. Even though an election is “just around the corner”, the current plan is to “stay the course”. Wherein a mind-picture emerges, of a big three wheeled bus goes straight ahead and misses the turn toward the future.
Either they firmly believe that there is no opposition (demented dream), or they don’t care (demented sense of reality). I’ll ignore them, since I have no chance of bettering my stead. Better to continue, oblivious, than to go stark raving mad about the situation. Yes, we pay the highest provincial taxes in Canada. In return, we have more provincial flags and emblems per square kilometre than anywhere else. (pause to do a happy dance, in keeping with my financially induced psychosis).
It’s Tuesday, and Glee is on hiatus. However, there will be a Rick Mercer Rerun. I really should read more.
Back to the budget. No relief for striking students. Don’t get me started.
Another of those enticing TV ads from Newfoundland and Labrador. I am enticed. I admit it. Could you please send me some free tickets for the boat, so that I can go back? Please. I’m begging, now. Please, please, please! So much more to see (plus a chance to revisit everything that was fogged in, last time around).
I should go and find my summer footwear. Today, with the temperature touching 19C, I felt really silly in my snow feet.
