Sidebar/callout:Hey boys and girls, heres another Democracy In Action exercise. Clip this out, sign it and send it to the faxes listed. Or for your techies, copy it from the Web site to your e-mail and send it to these cyber addresses.
Ujjal.Dosanjh.Office@leg.bc.ca (250) 387-0087
Gerard.Janssen.Office@leg.bc.ca (250) 387-4348
Graeme.Bowbrick.Office@leg.bc.ca (250) 387-6411
Paul.Ramsey.Office@leg.bc.ca (250) 387-5594
email@example.com (250) 387-2731
Hon. Ujjal Dosanjh, Premier of all British Columbia
Hon. Gerard Janssen, Minister of Small Business, Tourism and Culture
Hon. Graeme Bowbrick, Attorney General and Minister Responsible for Human Rights
Paul Ramsey, Minister of Finance & a Bunch of Other Stuff
Ted Nebbeling, Homeboy
May I take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy and prosperous New Year? Oh, I forgot; at least four of you are biting your nails wondering whether 2001 may be you own personal space odyssey back to the obscurity of the private sector, what with elections looming, the provincial economy still in the toilet, scandals past and present and fickle voters who always seem to be itching for a change. But take heart, the Liberals are still led by Mr. Campbell whose personal score on the Trust-O-Meter is solidly lodged between Coiled Snake with Rattling Tail and Crazed Psychotic with Loaded Gun. Anything could happen.
But since were at least several months from election time, Ill go out on a limb and assume you gentlemen are still interested in running the province as opposed to splashing around with the rest of the lame ducks.
Were having a little problem up here in Whistler. You may have heard of Whistler. If not, ask Ted; he has at least a passing familiarity with the place.
Whistler is a town conceived and built to invite the world here to have a good time. In that regard, we have been a tremendous, unprecedented success. Think about it, 40 years ago, this place was nothing a couple of homes and a few rundown fishing lodges. Thirty-five years ago, it was a pipedream. In the span of many of our lifetimes, Whistler has gone from being nothing to being the wormhole where millions of tourists dollars fly out of their pockets and magically appear in yours, metaphorically speaking, of course.
Ironically in that uniquely Canadian, destroy the successful, way now that were so adept at drawing a couple million people here each year and slickly separating them from their money, the Miss Grundys of the province want to tone things down, throw up the revival tents and hold temperance meetings lest someone start to have too much of a good time. Hallelujah, Brother.