11 July 2011
Voting On the HST
Had lunch with my mom and Reggie today. Brought the Hammer. The Hammer had not seen mom and Reggie for quite a while. She started getting excited about the visit soon as we turned on to the lane they live at the end of. After that she was on her toes, like an overly juiced up race horse, getting loved and giving loving, until the warmth of the day forced her to lie down and enjoy her visit a little less than she would really liked to have. Makes me happy seeing my dog all happy like that.
Mom and Reggie are looking forward to their summer holidays, getting away to the interior, like most people from Dope City do. Beer in the Cariboo; wine in the Okanagan; a little dope, for old time's sake in the Kootenays, to go with the Kokanee; and martinis to get things started every afternoon.
My mom, as usual, had a few questions for Sonja and I. "Did you vote to stick the HST up Christy's ass yet?" We had. "That's good. Governments get away with fucking the people every day of the week. If it was not for us seniors keeping them in line nobody would have a pot left to piss in."
My mom is thinking of us as seniors now. Jesus fuck.
"Think you seniors could do something about the taxes we pay on our booze?" Sonja asked her. Sonja would drink twice as much wine if we paid the same prices Americans do.
"If Bill van der Zalm was a boozer that would have been fixed up decades ago. Sometimes I think he must be on the dope like everybody else in this city. The dopers are the only people left in this country who are not taxed into bankruptcy."