I have had what alcohols refer to as, "A moment of clearity". I was sitting at Blendz drinking my coffee (as usual) and reading a small, independent publication called Terminal City. A paper I've seen many times before but thought that it would be a cheap version of the Straight, or the West Ender; full of theather ads and places where you can catch crappy live music in some low-budge dark whole in the city. But this issue was different. It was..... REVOLUTIONARY.
On the cover of this now intriguing paper was a wanted poster. But unlike any I have seen before. The face our of home grown, neo-conversative dictator Gordon Campbell was adorned. Underneath his horrid picture of this foolishly elected tyrant was the order: "Bring us the head of Gordon Campbell". I was in awe of this calling. I felt its heed upon me - I was powerless against its genenious. I read through its pages and word after word, page after page I couldn't help but feel like my feelings for our "Liberal" government were returned by the people of Vancouver like some kind of crazy unrequited love. Powerful. Deep. Meaningful. I felt as though I was no longer alone in the fight for the proletariat of this country. The mask of false class consciensiousness was beginning to unfold. What looms off in the distance of the upcoming provincial election now that the untold stories of the slashing of Campbell's war-saber had been exposed for all to know. This paper... this now holy publication had served as a gathering place of minds and spirit to come together and give speach about the effects that Mr. Campbell's budget cuts have had on those in the province classified "the working poor" in this province. Now pandering about in a daze to find refuge in city parks and streets, hopelessly looking towards false promises by the government to provide lodging at the Woodwards building. Thousands of unionized works having their "fairly negoiated" contracts shredded by the dagger consealled behind Campbell's back and shrouded by the cloak of his party's 'back-to-work' legislation.... All brought about by deficeit created by tax breaks which stratched the backs of the top 14% of the province's richest.
We as voters no longer have to put up with six dollar training wages, our eldest populus forced in to proverty, the downed and pennyless beaten by whose deemed to "serve and protect", or give corporations not of this country the ability decide the fate this province and it's people rather than our government. Take action my friends, and vote wisely at the polls. Know your interests, and stand for your morals.
So long, Friends.
posted by Trevor at 8:18 PM
I just finished going over the good old blogs of my friends and then read my own, as I couldn't remember the last time that I took time out my meaningless days to write about how meaningless they are. I was surprised to see that my last entry was just before Christmas. I thought it would have been much farther in the past than that.
So I haven't seen much of the odl crew in the last few months. Save Mike and Alvin by virture of the holiest of watering holes - BLENDZ. I have spent much of my time there. Infact, I've probably spent more time at Blendz this semseter than I have at school. The rest of my time has been spent at unholiest of holes - that of
Dunsmuir House. Althought I am happy to report to the few that graze this rant that I have been the chosen one to receive much more responsibilities, and more than twice the pay. I am greatful for my new role in soceity. I will not fail you; the great community that is the Lower East-side!
I was in attendance of Raj's "Bash-in-the-freaking-cold-car-port". But I ain't complaining. I was damn happy to be there. I got to drink meet my old friend Limon.
You here that Bacardi.... I've got you down this time! Well I just wanted to get my feet wet again by putting something recent on here. As you can see by the time I've posted this, there's probably something more productive that I could be doing.
posted by Trevor at 4:53 AM
Well that was a an interesting night... planning is everything. Never tried to do too much unless you have the resources. Half crap music and mild conversation, but the important people were there and that's all I wanted. After a while I just started looking out for number one and drank and smoked as much as I could. Everything wound down around midnight I night. You know things are slow when your job is the main topic of conversation. Dead baby jokes are always a staple. Merry Christmas.
In other news, I haven't officially been approved for a credit card and it's on its way to my dorm as I type. Monday should be the day. Then it will be good, good for all. MASTER CARD - My Master!
I opened my present from the Pink Devil yesterday. I was thrilled. All that remains is that I name it. Glorious times will be had with this present! Perhaps it will come in handy at work..... hmmmmm..
Now it is Christmas Eve and I finally realized that tomorrow is the big day and even if Santa gives me a lump of coal, I stilled pulled the wool over your eyes. SUCKERS For all those how are wondering, I will deliver my gifts after ST. Provincial/Federal Government delivers their presents to me, all four thousand six hundred and seventy-five of them. Much of which will be spent immediately... Sweet expenses. Ah... I do know one thing though, money it comes it goes, but SFU ain't getting a penny of my money until I register for the summer. Suck that Stevenson, you know what's coming to you.
Today I woke up and went to Starbucks with Alvin. Then perused the isles of Blockbuster only to leave for Brentwood and Metrotown. We ran into Jeff Chan at both, whom I have not seen since the beginning of semester, but Alvin saw only a few days ago. I bought Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky for myself. Humbug! I've been inspired by Alvin to tackle the classics of literature. So far I've found Dostoyevsky to be a morbid writer - I like his style! Anyways. I'm going to continue reading and dreading future work. That's karma for calling in sick, extra shifts for Trevor. I guess experience is going to have to come sooner or later anyways. Lookout under-class, I'm coming for you!!
Oh yeah. Merry Christmas ya bums.
posted by Trevor at 9:24 PM
