The New Vancouver Identity

The fentanyl crisis is not really all that surprising once we acknowledge the reasons for this overuse and suicidal behaviour. The addicts and those prone to becoming addicts are existing with very little hope in a society driven by greed. Our doors here are wide open and welcoming to criminals laundering their money through dirty real estate deals; including even our mayor getting in on real estate profiteering. The premier, the prototypical west end elitist, hasn’t raised the monthly welfare rate going on eight years. That’s the extent of her care for the extremely poor. The churches are closed at night with their vacant basements while the homeless are turned away by filled-to-capacity shelters. The bodies are sleeping and trembling on the stairs of those closed churches. Christianity at work?  No one can afford the rents any more let alone the welfare recipient and no one really cares about treatment for these addicts. With the exception of a few lone voices in the wilderness. But committee meetings and bureaucrats  on the periphery of the poverty-stricken neighbourhoods are generating fat pay cheques.

Someone who actually cares needs to get in here, roll up his or her sleeves and get the job done: Open rehab farms across the province financed by all the savings which would accumulate from not having to send out the firetrucks and the manpower 24/7 with Naloxone, currently being administered by volunteer citizens.

The wealth-addicted and the Vancouver elitists should be ashamed of themselves.

 Now Vancouver is not only a “no fun” city, it is place to die without a home and without  hope.

>