Grateful for green bins
Don't believe the predictable prattle for the dailies and other quarters, this week's downtown launch of the organic green bin garbage program is fantastic. While some of the finest Raccoon scientist minds are busying themselves in the Don Valley trying to figure out how to pry open this great addition to the cityscape, the bins are the future. Mine shafts and shafting Michigan are not the way to deal with garbage, reducing and recycling are. So get on board, you'll feel good and we might be left with a planet in the end.
We have to agree with Premier Dalton McGuinty's B grade of his party's first year running Ontario. That is, of course, if B stands for: bullshitters, bumblers, buffoons, brain dead, botched, blockheads, busted, blithering, blathering, belligerent, busted, backward, butt heads, brawling, braggart, barbaric, blasted, baronial and buh-bye. Did we mention bullshitters?
Jacob Two-two much
National Post food critic Jacob Richler has never been shy about letting his cover slip though serious food writers take great pains to stay anonymous. You know, treat me like an average Joe, no special status, colours the review etc. He outdid himself last week by running a head shot on his column. Why not print up a business card saying "Your best table and a free meal please"? He then claims to not be reviewing Susar Lee's new place because, well, we're best friends don't you know and we're writing a book together. He then raves about the mediocre offerings at Lee's new joint made worse by his false claim to stay above it all.
Boatmen sunk at York
Here's a headline from 2007: "Argos fold as frozen fans stay away from isolated York U Stadium in droves". York barely falls within Toronto's city limits, it's impossible to reach during evening rush hour, it's a wind blown frozen field and has pathetic public transit. So let's sink $35 million in public funds and $15 million of the university's so billionaires can build a foolish field of dreams. Montreal's Alouettes were rejuvenated by a downtown, intimate heritage stadium. York ain't that and no one asked the city for their choice. If not U of T, it had to be at Exhibition Place. There's the space, the transit, the parking and the history. The Argo Death Watch is now officially on.
Crass Christmas Canucks
You know we're commercial whores when we can out commercialize the Americans on Christmas. The Yanks have the decency to wait until after their November Thanksgiving before unleashing the dogs of holiday shopping wars. But Toronto's Sears have already hung Christmas displays in their stores and the Home Depot has started running Christmas commercials. Jesus Christ - yes, the birthday boy -can't we at least wait until after Halloween before descending into the endless socks-versus-ties debates that lead up to December 25?