I am to militancy what Kraft Dinner to haute cuisine. Having said that, my milquetoast blood is curdling of late.
The City of Vancouver's outside workers, including garbage-people, are on strike. On the 19th of July the lord said: Lo, let it grow sunny in this sodden town, and the trash grow ripe in the streets, while the City payeth for the Olympics, the RAV line, and highway expansion.
The RAV line is, for those who have seen it, a very long, very deep trench through the middle of the city. It will be perfect for transporting people in a straight line from A to B once it is complete and my grandchildren are paying for it. I guess it is more important to look good for strangers in 2010 than to ensure the working folks have competitive pay. For now, the RAV line looks like a perfect place to store trash while we wait out the strike.
To the fence, people! And bring your diapers.
PMO
