Maxed Out

In a hopeless attempt to deflect the inevitable barrage of emails to both myself and my editor, let me state, for the record, I am neither anti-Semitic nor anti-Israel. I am also neither anti-Palestinian nor anti-Muslim.

The swine is a noble animal, more than worthy of a poem. Pigs and ponies, pigs in pokes. Pigs in stories, pigs in jokes. Pigs got tails, curled all around. I like mine cooked nice and brown.

A thorough recitation of the "Worst of Stephen Harper" would fill this column several times over and quite probably leave me bleeding from open wrists.

There are a lot of good reasons not to raise speed limits on B.C. highways and much has been written about them since the province announced it was going to set faster speed limits on many highways.

Among the various reasons I considered Whistler U to be a bad idea was one I heard a number of local parents put forward. "Oh, wouldn't it be nice if my child(ren) could attend university right here in Tiny Town.

In honour of Canada's 147th birthday, the Supremes performed. No, not that long-in-the-tooth girl group from Motown's glory days, the one fronted by Diana Ross before she was abducted by aliens and cloned Michael Jackson.

Hail, hail Tuponia, The true north strong and free. A nation full of whiners, From sea to sea to sea.

It was almost a year ago, July 6 to be exact. The day was barely started. The weather was benign, the Earth was quiet, no earthquakes, no maelstrom.

The autumn morning crept in slowly.

I know Whistler is a year-'round, non-stop mountain resort. I know it is my own failing I still think of it as a ski town.