The strain appears to be getting to Scott Logan, head of the Halifax Commonwealth Games Committee. After running a campaign devoid of specifics aside from motherhood statements about a “legacy of fitness” and somesuch (bad for competitive edge, don’t you know), he seems somehow surprised that the local media has gone elsewhere to get their stories. When told “no story here” often enough by those that support the bid, why should anyone be surprised when those that are concerned with the effects of the bid get coverage?
In today’s Herald he simpers:
There is such speculation and such lack of factual discussion that is . . . almost front-page daily, and we haven’t even gotten to the factual discussion yet.
Uh, okay, then how about coughing up a few factuals for us to discuss. You know, basic stuff like “how much is this likely to cost me, the taxpayer?”
After continuing that in Scotland (land of Laphroig, Balblair, and Ardbeg, I will visit ye yet! (maybe to see the 2014 Commonwealth Games?)) all levels of government are “unanimously” in support of the bid, he concludes:
It would certainly be encouraging, as a bid team, to have more rational commentary and to have more informed commentary.
Tell you what, Scotty-boy – treat us like rational adults and don’t filter the scary numbers and we’ll give you rational commentary. Until then, shut the fuck up when we make up our own, okay?
Edit: Saturday morning I took my youngest to her dance class. The talk of the day among the parents was how much of a pain in the ass it was to try to get our kids registered for recreation programs like dance, gymnastics, soccer. You connect to a website with an arcane, no, byzantine system that half the time gets you nowhere, or you sit on hold for, in the case of one parent, two hours, only to be told that the program is already full.
If, as Mr. Logan states hither and yon, the purpose of these games is to get us off of our collective asses, perhaps simply expanding upon existing programs and facilities would be a better place to put our money?
Just a thought.
Oops Scott, sorry; am I fostering rumour? Seeding dissent?