The Friday Execrable Courier correspondent said that this Robespierrean hearing was organized by Michael Geller, though many speakers couldn’t confirm participation. Eh?

Chicken soup and backrub duty calls. Plus, I haven’t seen to my brown suede shoes.

I won’t be there as I’m busy with my children. But here are some real tips.

Care. Care about the fact that there are people still dying in the street while fools who float through this blog and others pretend that art gallery openings and laneway housing are prime events and accomplishments.

Cry. Cry privately that a property manager who was your friend couldn’t get into rehab for about the fiftieth time, and hung himself three weeks ago in the closest of a room in an SRO on the DTES, where many of the Mayors backers, povertarians and grief pimps alike, feed off the needy and the sick.

Ache. Ache for a city that is consumed by lazy media and complicit big business people, that couldn”t give a flying fuck about the little guy; that any idiot would dare suggest that Vision Vancouver have delivered anything close to being able to appropriately address the problems that plague us.

I could go on.

Wear a very nicely tailored suit, with signature brown suede shoes, tortoise shell glasses. slick the hair, which should gently cascade over your collar and pop a cigar behind your puff. Helps later, when you’re driving home, laughing at the theatre of the absurd that you just participated in.

Those are the rules. Plus don’t forget the snappy dressing.

I sense a “Spartacus” moment coming on…
gmgw