Don't those damned Albertans just love to lord it over us here in British Columbia. With all that oil money... what, they don't have it anymore? It's gone? Again, really?
Well, naturally, being Albertans they'll just come up with something else to show off. This time it's their provincial NDP and, to me, it's positively Shakespearean. In "Supernatural British Columbia," our NDP couldn't even win an election they couldn't lose. In oh-so-Conservative Alberta, the NDP is poised to become the next government. Slow burn - sssssss.
Like I said, it's Shakespearean and reminds me of nothing so much as this passage from Henry IV, Pt. 1, in which the King laments his own wastrel heir who spends his time drinking and wenching while the Duke of Northumberland's son Henry makes a big name for himself on the battlefield.
Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'st me sin
In envy that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the father to so blest a son,
A son who is the theme of Honor's tongue,
Amongst a grove the very straightest plant,
Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride;
Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
See riot and dishonor stain the brow
Of my young Harry. O, that it could be proved
That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
In cradled-clothes our children where they lay,
And called mine "Percy," his "Plantagenet"!
Then I would have his Harry, and he mine.