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I have to admit, amidst all the violent crackdowns in #occupied cities, Mayor Gregor Robertson – despite taking a lot of flack from conservative pundits (and the opposition NPA’s mayoral candidate, Suzanne Anton) for not quashing Vancouver’s tent city – is starting to look like one of the more civilized mayors in North America.
While New York City’s Mayor Bloomburg called in bulldozers, pepper spray, water cannons and riot police in the dead of night to address “fire and safety concerns”, our own city officials went in and had a chat, negotiated the removal of a few obvious problem structures, and got the VAG grounds cleaned up nicely. No trampling of Charter Rights, no barring the Free Press, no mayhem or arrests.
So yeah, I back the Juiceman.
“On the day when you again allow abominable men to confiscate your freedom, your money, your lives, your private property, your manhood and your sacred honor, in the name of “security” or “national emergency’” you will die, and never again shall you be free.
If plotters again destroy your Republic, they will do it by your greedy and ignorant assent, by your disregard of your neighbors’ rights, by your apathy and your stupidity.
We were brought to the brink of universal death and darkness because we had become that most contemptible of people — an angerless one.
Keep alive and vivid all your righteous anger against traitors, against those who would abrogate your Constitution, against those who would lead you to wars with false slogans and cunning appeals to your patriotism.”
— Taylor Caldwell, The Devil’s Advocate (1952)
It took three days for any mainstream TV or news media outlet in Canada to even do a story on Occupy Wall Street. A friend of mine trades stocks, and monitors the business news daily. About a week into the protests, as her portfolio shrank daily, I mentioned that maybe the New York traders were getting jittery with the demonstrations outside gaining momentum. Her response: “Huh? What protests?”
It has taken weeks for the story to filter its way into into regular news cycle, and only then the corporate anchors and columnists begrudgingly report the unions joining, the Ground Zero heroes they used to lionize marching on the street. They were once the symbols of patriotism, now they are treated like children who have lost their way.
What is it that the corporate news outlets don’t want us to see? Perhaps just how terribly awry the post-war dream has gone; the failure of a meritocracy that rewards greed and consumption, that eats itself.
And, after nearly three decades of political rhetoric about “Family Values”, look at how just how little value families have left in this world:
Is it any wonder there is so much anger and frustration?
Frugality: The quality of being frugal; prudent economy; that careful management of anything valuable which expends nothing unnecessarily…
I was walking downtown with my son yesterday in the sweltering heat and we saw a 7-11 and decided a slurpy would hit the spot.
Well, a small slurpy last summer — and for many years before that — cost 99 cents + GST of 5 cents = $1.04.
But just before the Olympics, 7-11 bumped the price a nickel, to $1.04 + GST of 5 cents = $1.09.
Then, less than a month ago, just like Colin Hansen predicted (because he’s soooo good with predictions), 7-11 passed on the savings of the new HST to consumers by bumping up the price of a small slurpy yet another nickel, to $1.09.
With the HST, the tax is now 13 cents, and the total for a small slurpy is $1.22.
That’s almost an 18% increase in the cost of this simple, mass-produced item in eight months! To extrapolate that level of inflation across even a small sector of the economy could have disastrous ripple effects….
To wit, my son is now asking me for a raise in his allowance.
And, to avoid taking yet another hit to my own disposal income, I have decided to freeze my son’s allowance for the next decade.
To be sure, neither of us will be setting foot in 7-11, or any other overpriced chain convenience store, for a very long time, especially given the fact that they are part of the Western Convenience Stores Association, one of the six business groups who have launched the legal challenge to the NO HST petition.
Now, it would seem to me that, in a consumer-driven economy based on convenience and mass production, it can’t be a very good thing for the captains of industry to have parents all across North America teaching their kids about FRUGALITY for the first time in 50 years…
Well, I decided to take the advice of Olympics boosters and get in the spirit. So, my son and I went downtown today looking for some fun. To start things off right, and to fully indulge in the Olympic spirit, our first stop was breakfast at McDonalds, the official restaurant of the 21st Olympic Games. It’s not often we go to this place, but what the hell, let’s indulge, eh?
My son convinced me to get him a cinnamon swirl for breakfast, and begged me for a large Coke, too. Of course, I said no. But he kept at it, and argued persuasively that Coke was an Olympic sponsor, too. I thought, kudos to you, kiddo, for being smart enough to exploit the loophole I presented you today. So I relented.
Would you like to supersize that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!
Well, he drank about a litre of the stuff, wrangled a refill out of the counter girl, and, when I went to the washroom to vomit up my egg mcmuffins, the little bugger had the gall to swill down half of my Coke too.
Now, most kids these days grow up on chips and pop, so they can handle the stuff by the time they reach 9 years old. Sugar and caffeine coursing through a child’s veins is de riguer in our society. We addict our kids at a very young age.
But we try our best to be responsible parents, and I have never let our son drink Coke and rarely let him have sugary stuff. So, thanks to his abolitionist parents, my son is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to sugar and caffeine. He doesn’t always handle it too well, and today was worse than most days…
As we left the place, I could see in his eyes that something was not quite right. He was literally bouncing off buildings and people, his hands were shaking, and he started spouting gibberish I couldn’t understand.
Well, he practically sprinted up Granville to Georgia, bashing into tourists and public art every three steps, until we ended up where a bunch of protesters had gathered in front of a police line. It was still a peaceful protest at this point, and although there was certainly the potential for things to turn ugly, it didn’t seem too likely, despite what all the reports say about black-clad anarchists looking to fuck things up.
But, after spinning in circles about ten times, my son somehow managed to wrap his scarf around his face and eyes. To the surprise of anarchists and cops alike, my pint-sized whirling dervish began body checking newspaper boxes over, punching parked cars, and kicking cops in the shins.
At this point, all the chicken-shit anarchists must have feared that they were going to look like a bunch of woosies for just chanting some lame slogans and carrying signs. They were being shown up by a little kid!
Finally, when my son (with superhuman strength, mind you) picked up a paper box and hurled it through a window at the Bay and yelled, “Corporate greed is ruining the world!” the anarchists finally got the balls to join in.
The riot had started, but, to be honest here, the anarchists did very little of the damage. Sure, they took all the credit to try and save face (which is fine by me), but most of the VANOC cars damaged and paper boxes overturned and broken windows were actually the result of a kid with way too much Coca Cola in his system.
So, I apologize sincerely to the people of Vancouver on behalf of my son, the agent provocateur who actually started the riot today. All we really wanted was to have an Olympic experience, get in the official spirit of the Games, and have some good, clean fun.
The mainstream media will, predictably, blame the anarchists for all the trouble. But the reality is, my son simply ate too much sugary Mcdonalds food and drank way too much Coke. And then he went berserk.
So, when you think about it, the big corporations really are to blame for the sad state of affairs that occurred today.
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