I'm generally a pretty liberal (as in lefty) person. And I recognize that this province is in a pretty shitty place right now and no-one, least of all the government, seems to give a shit about "quality of life" issues like the lack of housing (our new-ish Premier recently popped out of his undisclosed location long enough to poo-poo the idea of slowing things down a bit to allow the province to get a handle on the stresses growth has caused. To say the very notion of-to use Eddie's words-"lowering the boom" on development is unpopular is an understatement: you'd have better luck talking people into eating a nice big hunk of roast baby.)
But of late my liberalism has been sorely tested by the profusion of bums. Recently I dragged my ass out of bed before noon on a Saturday (a rare achievement) to pop down to the bakery for some fresh-baked treats. Now, venturing out of the house on the weekend is trying enough on the best of Saturdays, as it takes a measure of dexterity to pick one's way through the many puddles of half-congealed and frozen vomit left over from the Friday night binge-drinkers. But it becomes infinitely worse when a simple visit to the Insta-teller for some croissant money entails interacting with a pair of hobos who've camped out in the lobby and who are well into their case of Alberta Genuine Draft and gutter smokes at 10:30 on a sunny weekend morn.
That sort of thing, as well as the fact that I can't go 30 feet without getting asked for change, really singes my nuts. I want somebody to do something about this bum problem, stat. See, I, uh, just want to, uh, help these poor people. Yeah...help. The fact that getting them off the streets and out of the ATM lobby would significantly improve my quality of life as well is totally beside the point. I wonder how much it would cost to clean these hobos up and put them to work in the oilsands....
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