Louis Shalako
My nephew is eighteen or nineteen years old. He’s in
his first year at York University, whose faculty is on strike for wages, job
security and working conditions. Which is a bit ironic, as this government has
sort of pretended to tackle precarious work and low wages, at least on the
front pages of local journalism. They're all about fair wages, right.
<Vomits in unrestrained fashion.>
(He means local journalism, ladies and gentlemen. -- ed.)
When it comes to putting the taxpayer's money where the fucking government's mouth is, they're surprisingly coy--
He’s had driver training, and he’s got his beginner’s
license.
Of simple curiosity, I asked him today, when he would
be okay to drive on his own.
“Five years, Uncle Louis.”
Five
fucking years.
Apparently, he has to go through the G-1, the G-2, and
the G-3, and the G-4, and the G-5, all of which demand some fee and some
written test, before he can drive on his own, drive without another licensed
driver in the passenger seat beside him, drive before dawn or after dark, or
drive on a 400-series highway.
Five fucking years, ladies and gentlemen. In the mind of a teenager, this is never going to happen, and I know that very well from previous experience. So why should they even try.
When I was a kid of sixteen, I bought a car for a
hundred and fifty bucks, I paid six hundred for the first six months of
insurance, while I was just getting on the road.
I got my beginner’s a few weeks after my sixteenth
birthday. Back then, you could get your old man to teach you to drive,
practicing in a parking lot at a nearby mall or community college.
You could get a ways out of town, and the old man
would let a kid drive, all the way from Sarnia to Owen Sound, admittedly at
night, and with the instruction to just cruise at eighty or ninety kilometres
per hour, while he caught a few zzzs and you learned how to use a manual
transmission.
I can’t help thinking that my nephew, whose university
education has been disrupted due to this government’s intransigence regarding
unionization, collective bargaining, and precarious work of a white-collar
nature, is being royally fucked over in terms of his employment prospects, due
to the fact that he’s not legally entitled to drive on a fucking road, ladies
and gentlemen.
You'd be surprised, just how many higher-paying jobs, demand a simple driver's license. Not every kid is going to work at Tim Horton's or Burger King for the rest of their lives.
You got another thing coming, if that is what you rat-faced fucking pukes believe.
As for the government and the bourgeoisie, what the fuck is wrong with you people.
END
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Thank you for fucking reading this.
