It happens even more often than I got the clap in 70s: a fucking government reminds of why I was right, too fucking right, to choose Anarchism as my political philosophy. This time it was my own province's creepy fucking government doing the reminding. The thieving motherfuckers took $750,000,000 from the government owned car insurance company, money the insurance company accumulated by over-charging us for insurance and not buying enough big screens for their workers and clients to watch the Winter Olympics on, and transferred the enormous sum into general revenue.
This, outside of the enormous, sticky jerk circle of people who adore governments, is called grand theft; one of the grandest thefts in provincial history.
The government run car insurance company is a Communist creation. There are many such Communist creations in Canada. We are Communist as fuck. The idea is to have the insurance company wisely invest any extra money it takes in so it can keep premiums affordable for the bulk of its clients - the working class.
That $750 million adds up to over $300 stolen from each and every one of us who drive or ride in this province. Jacked. Pilfered. Ripped off. From each and every one one of us. It's a swindle.
Now you know why Premier Gordon Campbell was wearing his red mittens, even indoors, during the Olympics - he was trying to keep his fingerprints off of everything he touched.
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Three quarters of a billion dollars !!!! Can you imagine what could have been done with that money ? the ball's in your court Beer.
On a far smaller scale here in our soup kitchen in the British Isles, SPT - Strathclyde Provision for Transport, caretakers of the Clockwork Orange amongst other things - have been pilfering hundreds of thousands to fund excursions to foreign playgrounds on "fact finding missions".
An good example of a "fact finding mission" would be a business class return flight for executive member, family, and friends to a city which coincidentally might be hosting a football fixture at said time.
Well. By the time you factor in match tickets, hotel and restaurant bills, and limousines, there is scarely change to run the transport infrastructure in the shithole which is Strathclyde region.
And I'll bet those same fuckers wear little furry NKVD hats to keep their heads warm in winter too.
Now. The resulting resignations in the top tier of our own little politburo left a huge hole. But you can safely wager pensions remain intact.
This is all very comforting to me when I park my arse on the torn upholstery of the No. 66 bus. You can feel the splinters on the wooden sledge which serves as a seat.
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