Five Topics for Halloween

Halloween: Bah humbug.

Politics: well, well, well. Two months ago, the Liberals said, and I quote:

I, Dalton McGuinty, leader of the Ontario Liberal Party, promise, if my party is elected as the next government, that I will:

Not raise taxes or implement any new taxes without the explicit consent of Ontario voters;

Now they’re in power, and what do we hear?

Premier pledges to raise tobacco tax, cancel Tory tax cuts to deal with $5.6-billion deficit

From zero to lie in less than two months! That must be a new record. Even the federal liberal party didn’t do it that quickly!

Yes, I know. It’s the fault of the Tories’ deficit! Those damned Tories. It’s all their fault! This finger-pointing tune, I’m going to guess here, is going to be the Liberal cry for the next four years. Didn’t deliver on the doctor shortage? It’s the Tories’ fault! Didn’t freeze tuition rates? Blame Eves! Didn’t lower insurance rates by 10 to 20 percent? Not our fault!

The problem with the Deficit Defense is that they were aware of it weeks before the election, and had time to change their pre-election promises. Instead, they stayed by their guns and shot for the stars with unrealistic (and expensive) expectations. Now, suddenly, they can’t afford it. What a surprise!

“Choose Change”, indeed. Welcome to the new government, same as the old.

Consumerism: so I bought two 2L bottles of Coca-Cola from a Daisy Mart, brought them home, poured a glass, and was greeted with the foulest tasting cola I’ve ever had. I checked the bottle, and there was something I definitely did not expect: 25AU03. Thus, I did the only sensible thing: I ratted out the store and the manager to multinational Coca-Cola Corp. I better be reimbursed for that flat shit.

Entertainment: I’ll be damned, they’re finally making an Alien vs Predator movie. The question is, how to react to this news?

A dozen years ago, when I was a pre-teen, the rumours of an AvP film were definitely tantalizing. There was a definite nerdy coolness to it, at a time when those kinds of movies had a far stronger appeal to me. The nostalgia to that simpler time of geekery still exists in me, but my matured movie sensibilities balk at the ideas behind this movie. What the hell is with this Antarctican pyramid bullshit? Why the hell does this have to be set on Earth? How does this fuck up the Alien continuity? Paul fucking Anderson? It’s got S-H-I-T written all over it.

Finance: the Economics of Suicide better not give me any wrong ideas…

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