Saturday, July 04, 2009

Millers Moontains Independ-dents Day



Saturday brought a comic relief. Early morning light stream onto the peaks of the Smitherman Range of Miller's Mountains reminiscent of Ansell Adam's depictions of rugged walls and shiny tree barren summits.

Mayor David Miller's shoe size has now been estimated as a 23 EEEEEE by blyg consultants at the McWhaler Institute of Political Carnage. It has to be that big otherwise that foot couldn't stay in his mouth long enough to make the biggest bonehead statement of all time. He said Enough is Enough!

The union called his bluffy blusterful posturating. Of course Miller's a bonehead but he is only one in a city full of boneheads. I mean most of the people in this city believe its the fault of the civic workers.

There are hundreds of cities and municipalities in this country who seem to manage their labour contract negotiations with comparitive ease. Another bonehead, Premier Dulltone McSquinty doesn't want to deal with this citing non-interference. Normally I would agree with such lazy fairy ideas, but not here.

This is the third contract negotiations between these two parties that have wound up in a strike. Translation the two parties can't negotiate and contract points and sub agreements have nothing to do with the issue. Point is that provincial level interference is warranted here and in Windsor.

Arbitrators must be appointed and put into force. A court style setting may be the appropriate setting. Once this agreement is signed then its up to the province to assign a labour relations supervisor to the cities to recommend and suggest changes to the relationship.

Now that we see Miller... Where are the rest of his councillors?

1 comment:

Cinaedh said...

I wonder if it has yet occurred to anyone down there, this is the end of times and the garbage situation is now permanent?

Rest In Pieces of Zillions of Smelly Green Plastic Bags, T'rawna!

It was great while it lasted but if you can no longer handle something as simple as garbage collection and disposal, you're no longer a city or a municipality or even, ta da: Metro.

You're just the stinking pile of garbage you always were, hardly fit for human habitation. It's only a matter of degree.