by Sean Orr | The Province (the Pot) calls the Star (the Kettle) black: “Maybe there are no journalism schools anymore. Maybe the Toronto Star hires people who will work for food”. I think I’ve probably said the exact same thing about the Province, oh, let’s say an exponential number of times. Regardess, I still want to know; did Rick Rypien ‘struggle with depression’, or did he die from it?

A Loaf of Bread, a Bottle of Wine…God Forbid! Great to see The Tyee picking up on the fresh stylings of those Cherries & Clay boys, except that they also make room for really horrible writing:

Why Shave Your Nether Regions? Here in northern BC, I thought pubic hair removal was a fussy fad for city types. Then I started asking around.

Wow, really? What kind of creep roams the north, casually asking strangers if they shave their pubes? Then again, actually getting paid for such frivolity might be it’s own ironic reward.

Unintentionally depressing headline of the day: Jobs key to Christy Clark’s vision for B.C., but it’s a work in progress. Is that why you froze minimum wage for 10 years? Is that why you unfroze tuition fees? Is that why you tore up health workers’ contracts? Is that why one is not allowed to work on Welfare? Is that why we send raw logs to the US to be made into stuff that is sold back to us? Is that why you tax the poor? Is that why you blackmailed us with a referendum on the HST, a consumption tax hardest on families?

Meanwhile, the Vancouver Sun’s take is even more revealing:

People don’t live in a theoretical world and the growth of GDP, real or nominal, seasonally adjusted or unadjusted, aggregate or per capita, is largely meaningless.

OMG! Eureka! By George, you’ve done it! Elementary, my dear Watson! Aha! And more cliches representing my general contempt towards a mainstream media that is only just now realizing what we’ve been saying this whole time. Ergo, Occupy Wall Street.

…wherein the environment takes back seat to bottom line, insofar as the two are somehow mutually exclusive – a Tragedy of the Commons.

“Only in BC” headline of the day: Dope calls RCMP for dope. Nyuk, nyuk.

“Fuck Yes” exhibit of the day: Exploring the Connection Between Social Unrest and Architecture. An excerpt from your humble organ’s essay: Etymology of a Riot:

Indeed, this was not a crime of passion but a crime of boredom. That is what was/is most terrifying. I found myself defending, with my own life, a city I passionately feel was designed, accidentally or otherwise, to come to this exact conclusion. That is, that the city contains within itself- billed as the most beautiful city in the world- its exact opposite. It contains it’s own negation- itself a necessary economic reaction.