There's an old Chinese curse. "May you live in interesting times."
Recently i attended a community supper sponsored by the state. The meal was excellent! Then came the bill. The gathered were told how the new community plan calls for the spending of $59,000,000 here in Teslin over about a ten year period, I believe not including admin fees and wages for the hundred or so people who are employed by the four governing structures this village requires, a village consisting of four hundred odd (Some would say i'm the odd one) people including dogs when the wind's just right.
Now, please don't get me wrong. I am not at all opposed to the happiness and prosperity of those around me. In fact, i uusually applaud it! But 100 million for four hundred people sounds like it should buy us something. After all, i come from a farming family in Saskatchewan who've been working there for a hundred and ten years and without giving away any family secrets, it takes a decent size operation to total a million dollar net worth. So little Teslin is going to spend 10,000 family years in the next ten years on gubbamint-approved "infrastructure". Alrighty then!
Imagine you held a fist of million dollar bills in your hand and began counting them out onto the blackjack table. One two, three... eleven twelve thirteen... twenty four, twenty five... thirty eight, thirty nine... Now, added to that stack, let's consider all the other communities in Canada which are going to have this kind of love lavished on them and you begin to see the scope of what we are talking about here.
Where is it all coming from? What will it buy? Where is it going? Brudda, don't ask me! But it's going to make some contractors pretty happy for awhile, and some equipment dealers, some carpenters and a few "gophers". And the community will enjoy a brand new school and get to watch the old perfectly usable one presumably demolished, and a brand new road or two, and the sight of brand-spanking new trucks running around the village, and a whole lot of dust and smoke. Yes, activity there will be, and at the end of it all, our grandchildren will be in govt-approved debt until their teeth and hair fall out, wandering about starving in re-patched long johns, wondering why on earth Grandpa did this to them.