The indolent entitlement junkies who provide our city services and their fascist overlords have reached an impasse; therefore, there will be no city services in Vancouver until further notice.
They weren't supposed to go on strike until Monday, but someone in management got cranky in the vicinity of an open microphone, so CUPE had a hissy fit and went on strike today instead. Real mature.
It's a good thing it's been raining for five days, because when the sun comes out and starts to shine on those overflowing dumpsters it's not going to be pretty. I doubt even our tourism board could put a positive spin on a rat bite.
I, for one, am going to enjoy documenting the effects of this strike almost as much as I enjoy taking pictures of rutted roads and the homeless, which I will publish in 2010 as "The Real Cost of the Olympics". Because I am what the French call "un disturbeur du merde".
I will, however, stop short of publishing the addresses of those responsible on both sides of this dispute and suggesting their yards as a suitable alternative resting place for your trash. That would be irresponsible, not to mention potentially actionable.
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Friday, July 20, 2007
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