Thankyou, Lawd, that another tinpot dictator has resigned

It's almost too much to hope for: two tinpot dictators out within two weeks of each other. The air in B.C. just got that much clearer, if only for the few days of drift and confusion that will occur before the owners and authority and corporate figures bring their plans together. Sadly, two more Tweedledums and Tweedledees will be rolled out for the electorate. Each will receive massive TV coverage. It won't seriously matter which one wins. Nothing will change. But for now, we have a few days of blissful unknowing.

Horgan: clinging to James's skirt

John Horgan MLA, one of the brightest MLA's, unfortunately has spent most of his career working as a political assistant, one of the "back-room boys" who grease the wheels of politicians. Horgan has been an MLA for six years, and his record has not been notable: for example, his personal campaign to reduce the price of gasoline. What was the point of that? Did ne not realise that the oil cartel and its 40,000 North American gas stations would never take any notice? The price would go down exactly when they wanted it to, and not before. Anyway, why should gasoline prices be reduced? Why should people be encouraged to drive? They are already slaves inside a massive gasoline machine that makes driving almost unavoidable. Horgan should have been pounding the table about public transport, urban planning, transition and smallness. He seems to have no knowledge about green policies. Now he is sticking to Carole James when she is doomed. Oh, John, what a shame!

Yellow scarf dictatorship

The use of the yellow loyalty wrap at Carole James's acclamation in Victoria yesterday was pathetic. After the triumph, one union boss said (according to the T-Col): it's Carole or the ocean. So those who disagree with loser Carole's diktats should simply walk out and join another party. Well, there aren't any other parties, because of our unendorsed FPTP electoral system. Even the Green Party can't get a single seat.

We're stuck with a two-party system, both currently led by paranoid fuhrer types who will only tolerate flat-on-your-face kowtowing from their fellow MLAs and party organisers. I have no idea who represented the Cowichan constituency on my behalf in Victoria: nobody chose to tell me. It's a farce.

Our new MLA in our new riding, Mr Bill Routley, has sworn his undying loyalty to his new leader. She seated him in the first place, and now he is paying her back. His enormous salary, the biggest he has ever incurred in his life, his staffers, large constituency office, and the luxurious pension he is in line for all no doubt played their part too. If he can get a Cabinet post, he will be in clover. Where am I, an elector, in all this? Except for living in a so-called safe seat.

Yet again, at the next general election (its date stupidly fixed US-style), the electorate will be presented with Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

It's not surprising that the NDP barely exists any more except for its Union base.