September 18, 2006


I AM Canadian...

...and I am worth $142,900. It says so right here.

So someone please explain to me, in light of the vast riches that are so rightfully mine, why was I once again digging through the little jar on the counter yesterday so the kids could have two bucks for a slushie? Apparently, if we were to cash in Canada, we'd each be worth this sum.

Frankly, I think they just pull that number out of their arse. I know for a fact I'm worth less than the guy who generously offered to help out the struggling single mom in the weekend paper with furniture and money, and I'm worth more than the misdirected freak who won't let anyone step on her lawn.

If nothing else, a story like this - making all human attributes disappear into cold numbers - should remind us that the gap between the haves and the have nots is becoming an unbroachable chasm. Yes, I know 'unbroachable' isn't a real word. But it should be. Who could ever convince a struggling single parent who is skipping meals or living in a shelter that somewhere, on paper, exists their share of the Canadian dream? Who could convince a kid who can't get to university? Who could convince the parents who can't access proper health care for their child?

If you have more money than I do, it does not make you a better person. But whomever said 'money talks' had it right. Most of us are now just like the Whos in Horton's little dust speck - never heard from, never acknowledged, never counted.

But if any of the national bean-counters are reading this, there are four of us living in this particular dust speck - just send the cheque over.

1 Comments:

Blogger Rainypete said...

There has never been any doubt in my mind that money talks, but what we have it say on our behalf is what makes us different.

September 18, 2006 9:12 AM  

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