The good life might well be drawing to a close. In a matter of weeks I should theoretically have resolved the issue with residency paperwork, and might thus be entitled to be productive member of society again. I don't really see the point of hanging around in a country you weren't born in if you aren't permitted to pay taxes into it. I earn a shitload of cash, dammit. Vancouver needs my tax money so the crackwhores on the East Side can get a quarter for 'coffee'. I might have to get a job.
This might seem callous, but the situation with regard to declining healthcare, education and other essential services is not going to change until society realizes that non-producers just have to be cut loose. If you will pardon my dropping the biblical shit up in here, if you don't work, you don't eat. Starvation is a pretty good motivator I reckon. In Canada, like New Zealand, pretty much anyone can get a free ride with no accountability, especially if you're smart enough to spell your own name. Not enough personnel to assess cases in an individual basis, they say, so people can pick up welfare just for the asking. I always thought the solution was pretty simple: cut off the crackheads, the hippies, welfare immigrants and so forth, you can use the money saved to hire more assessors, some of whom might not be smoking crack. The assessors can stand in front of hungry crackheads, eat a Big Mac and shout 'get a job!' I don't see why those worthless people should be dragging the rest of society down. If they insist on lying around in East Side streets, maybe we should use their corpses to pave roads.
Apparently there's not enough tax money for effective policing either. I heard on the news last night about yet another person shot in a park in Surrey. Surrey ('Surrey Lanka' says The Girl) is a residential suburb an hour out of town evidently populated with people who aren't Canadian nationals. Lots of Asian kids out there eating noodles and shooting people. I think it's becoming some sort of passtime, which is just awesome. Come to someone else's country, find yourself a gun and start killing people? What the hell is wrong with you?
"Hold it," said The Girl. "They are home. They might be Asians with guns, but they're mostly second-generation Canadian Asians. Also, that's rice." I hope a few of these riceboys get into a firefight with The Man and go home in a bodybag. Vancouver is surely better off without people who shoot people. Unless they can stick to shooting each other. At least set some friggin' boundaries.
And then of course there was this:
Todd: "Daddy, what do taxes pay for?"
Ned: "Oh, why, everything! Policemen, trees, sunshine! And lets not forget the folks who just don't feel like working, God bless 'em!"
Dirty hippies. Get a job!
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