The man who wheeled his way into City Hall looks well on his way to rolling right on out again. Seems like he knows it too, going by his increasingly desperate moves policy wise and a less then cool demeanor when faced with the press circuit. He still tries to seem like a domineering tyrant, but you ain’t selling it no more Mr. Sam. We hear the tremor in your voice as you try desperately to sound like you know what you’re talking about. Sorry Sammy Boy, we figured out that you don’t a long time ago, though it took some a while to see past your chair.

Ecodensity is failing as neighbourhoods get pissed off at being pushed out by development and buyers are learning exactly what 300 sq. ft. actually means. Yes people, it is small. At least Stalin gave his poor citizens a min. 800.

Having BC Premier Gordon Campbell take the awful idea of turning ICBC into Sam’s Collection Agency and shoving it right back in your face. I think old Gordo even relished telling the reporters that you could go fuck yourself. It was a wee smirk, but it was there.

Talking about making all the street pay parking meters cell phone only to save a couple million on the salaries of the coin collectors!?! Whose ass do you have your head up because that is just stupid. We don’t all have cell phones Sammy Boy, nor do those who have them necessarily want to be that dependant on them. The fact that Sammy Boy is tinkering with such small time savings makes me think the City might be on the way to a financial crisis. Guess we’ll all find out soon enough.

Then today’s move of checking more things off on the police wish list. Seems like someone is looking for friends. Are you feeling lonely Sammy Boy? Are you sad? Are the other kids going to kick you out of the tree fort for being such an Ass? Your very own Party wants your head Sammy Boy, and when they get it they will parade it around for everyone to see.

Awww, you are sad Sammy Boy, I see that single tear sliding down your check, the slight trembling of your lip as you speak your latest scheme for the cameras. Did you have dreams Sammy Boy? Did you dream about being Premier? Maybe a Senator like Larry? Did you see yourself as Prime Minister one day? Sorry buddy, it takes more then a wheel chair and a big ego to actually run a City, a Provence, a Nation.

So dream Sammy Boy, dream your little heart away.

Dreams are all you have left friend, to the benefit of us all.

P.S. (Stephen Harper has shown that all you really need to get National office is a cold, scheming reptilian brain, although it certainly has proven worthless for actually running Canada.)