I'm pretty revved up about the Winter Olympics coming to town in February. Like something right out of a Lionel Ritchie super-hit, it promises to be a fiesta forever. Or at least a couple of weeks. Not only will there be Free Speech Zones just like in the glory days of America's Bush regime, but there will also be checkpoints, anti-terrorism units, homeless round-ups, and surveillance cameras - uniting us all in the dazzling spectacle of ruthless competition and "owning the podium" - which is Canada's official slogan for the Games.
I'm contributing my own festive
designs as a small way of catching the fever and spreading the infection. And finally, Vancouver's worries as a severely troubled city with a wide open drug port will be over, finally flapping in the sweet, rarified winds of "World Class." Whatever that means.