So, poll me, Mr. Anderson
It must be sad to have devoted a lifetime's career to obsessive egocentricity, only to find that the other kids still don't want you playing in the same sandbox. Such is the case for the Grizzled Guru of Oak Bay, MP David Anderson, who most recently has threatened to pack up his spade and pail and go and find new playmates who see the world his way.
The arrogance-run-riot of Mr. Anderson is nothing new in the realm of self-appointed preciousness as only he possesses, but he is currently on the outer-fringes of an Ottawa gang that just refuses to pay lip-service to his national and world-view. "Kyoto Accord? Isn't that something new in the SUV line from Honda?" My-my-my. As a consequence of such attitudes, the same attitudes that prompted his booting from cabinet after the old Gallic knave, but Anderson ami, Jean Chretien decided he had taken all the jewels he could, so it was time to move on. Mr. Martin? Well, nobody knows for sure what he stands for, but it would be safe to say he would be happier in a corporate board room than M. Chretien. Whatever the case, the world view of Mr. Anderson apparently didn't sit well on the Martinesque front. Well, I mean, why should it? He's a tired old enviro-bully who would demand that 'everybody' embrace the spurious science of his environmental yearnings. I don't intend to be mean-spirited, but isn't he more reminiscent of those dreary, yet self-important academics at third rate campuses who suffer under the delusion they have something of consequence to say to someone -- somewhere?
Case in point. Mr. Anderson is dead-set against the lifting of a moratorium on petroleum exploration on the BC coast, and he demands that we all tow that line. The lifting of the moratorium doesn't mean the oil-rigs will be set up next week, it only means we want the right to check if the stuff is there. No, says Mr. Anderson. No, under any circumstances. "I won't stand for it!" Well, in response to that, we might say, as might Bart Simpson: "Yeah, right. And who like died and left you God?"
But, seriously. Mr. Anderson trots out a poll that suggests something like 99.3 percent of British Columbians want the moratorium to stay in place. Well, in the first place, neither I or anybody I know has had such a poll run past them. Secondly, at least 40 percent of those who might have been polled, probably can't spell moratorium, let alone understand what it means. That just leaves me to ask, where was this poll conducted? In 'Old-Money' Oak Bay? On the Simon Fraser campus? At a meeting of the Sierra Club? In David Suzuki's front parlor? You can be damn sure there was no polling in Port McNeill, or Port Hardy, or Campbell River. You know, places with high unemployment and little opportunity for their citizenry tend to embrace resource possibilities that just might give their citizenry -- albeit they're not so enlightened as Mr. Anderson -- a chance to keep their homes.
The arrogance-run-riot of Mr. Anderson is nothing new in the realm of self-appointed preciousness as only he possesses, but he is currently on the outer-fringes of an Ottawa gang that just refuses to pay lip-service to his national and world-view. "Kyoto Accord? Isn't that something new in the SUV line from Honda?" My-my-my. As a consequence of such attitudes, the same attitudes that prompted his booting from cabinet after the old Gallic knave, but Anderson ami, Jean Chretien decided he had taken all the jewels he could, so it was time to move on. Mr. Martin? Well, nobody knows for sure what he stands for, but it would be safe to say he would be happier in a corporate board room than M. Chretien. Whatever the case, the world view of Mr. Anderson apparently didn't sit well on the Martinesque front. Well, I mean, why should it? He's a tired old enviro-bully who would demand that 'everybody' embrace the spurious science of his environmental yearnings. I don't intend to be mean-spirited, but isn't he more reminiscent of those dreary, yet self-important academics at third rate campuses who suffer under the delusion they have something of consequence to say to someone -- somewhere?
Case in point. Mr. Anderson is dead-set against the lifting of a moratorium on petroleum exploration on the BC coast, and he demands that we all tow that line. The lifting of the moratorium doesn't mean the oil-rigs will be set up next week, it only means we want the right to check if the stuff is there. No, says Mr. Anderson. No, under any circumstances. "I won't stand for it!" Well, in response to that, we might say, as might Bart Simpson: "Yeah, right. And who like died and left you God?"
But, seriously. Mr. Anderson trots out a poll that suggests something like 99.3 percent of British Columbians want the moratorium to stay in place. Well, in the first place, neither I or anybody I know has had such a poll run past them. Secondly, at least 40 percent of those who might have been polled, probably can't spell moratorium, let alone understand what it means. That just leaves me to ask, where was this poll conducted? In 'Old-Money' Oak Bay? On the Simon Fraser campus? At a meeting of the Sierra Club? In David Suzuki's front parlor? You can be damn sure there was no polling in Port McNeill, or Port Hardy, or Campbell River. You know, places with high unemployment and little opportunity for their citizenry tend to embrace resource possibilities that just might give their citizenry -- albeit they're not so enlightened as Mr. Anderson -- a chance to keep their homes.
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