F*** you Wall.

I hope this night finds you well, I am seething. In fact the fire is low because my alter ego is close. Like Jeckyl and Hyde, or Banner and Hulk, I too hide a vicious beast within myself. That incredible force that can fuel the never ending diatribe is named simple Rantor. Uhh... I feel him near... *gasp*

*Shuddering from the shadows*

>Brief warning, Rantor doesn't speak nicely.<

Ok for all you Sask Party supporters out there, fuck you.

For all you nipple heads who voted for the Sask Party because 'change is needed', fuck you.

And for all you people out there who mistakenly believe that the Sask Party is the reason behind our current prosperity, fuck you you fucking morons.

And Wall et al.... I know if I could get you bastards together in one room the temptation to blow that room into the next dimension would be irresistible. Oh and fuck you shitheads too.

Now that I've gotten the swearing out of the way, let me explain as -=nicely=- as I can. Y'see My Moon bought a house, and she is one smart cookie, My Moon. She went out and found out about every single government grant and any and all monies available for home improvement and applied for them. And pretty much got them all. Most were initiatives by the NDP who recognized 'Hey, we're making some money, people are moving back to Saskatchewan, maybe, just maybe we should put some money aside for the improvement and maintenance of homes, and the development of new housing, or else we'll be in a house crunch.'

Oh and hey look! Almost everyone's rent has gone up by about 30% in the city that rhymes with fun, and the University and SIAST are both panicked because they're pretty sure there's gonna be no where for the kids to stay when they come back for school.

So let's see here, what was one of the programs... Oh here it is. The provincial government will give you a forgivable loan for 50% of the cost of adding a suite to a suitable place in your house, such as finishing a basement. So My Moon decided 'Hey, incoming income, I can help increase the value of the property...' and so she got it and it was good to go, she's just making sure she can get all the quotes she can so that she doesn't waste any money.

Couple days ago she gets a letter from our wonderful provincial government saying 'Oh yeah, we've changed the program a bit. We'll give you the loan, but you have to provide the financing entirely up front yourself.' What the fu...

Ok wait. Now to finish most basements it costs a significant amount. And even folks I've talked to with two working adults in the family making good money most likely could not come up with the financing to completely finish a basement to create a suite in basement with it's own seperate entrance.

And these are not 'poor people.' These are professionals with degrees who make a decent salary.

So who benefits from this? Well really only one group... The rich folks. The folks who paid to get Wall elected. The people who would be:

a) the least likely to use or care about this program

b) the ones to benefit the least from it, other than not having to pay for half of their basement renos.

So to follow this, guess what? My Moon applied for a government loan to do emergency repairs on her house. Roofing, a porch issue, so on. She was approved. Kinda. Y'see she just got a letter saying 'Our funding is gone, so we'll give you the money in April.' WHAT?!?! This is a fund set up to do emergency repairs on houses so they remain livable, and she has to let it go for another 8 months including going thru another winter?!?! Oh geez, did funding run out or did it get cut? G'head, I dare ya to go look it up, guess where my money is betting on.

So here we go, a classic example of what conservative governments do. Cut back all funding for social programs (Even ones that support their stated goals) and change the rules so the people that benefit are not the ones who need it most, but instead the rich backers who got their fat pasty stupid asses elected in the first place!

So congratulations Saskatchewan. We've elected the people that will ride the wave of good decisions Roy and company made to protect ourselves, change how those things are adminstered and drive us back down the road of the Devine (Here's free money for my rich friends to build a pool!) days where we end up broke, ripped off, and essentially fucked like a roofied prom date, lying in the dirt, covered in our own vomit, wondering why our ass hurts and where all the time went on what was supposed to be the best times of our lives.

Fuck you Sask Part, fuck you so hard that everyone can see what money grubbing, greedy, selfish wastes of flesh you are. Such wastes I pray for a time machine to convince your fathers to stick it in a sock rather than the poor woman who has to look at what you've become and be ashamed.