Good Morning Fellow Pipeline Owners

Word is that Justin is packing up the federal chequebook and heading to Texas to buy himself - and the rest of us - a lovely pipeline. This way he takes Kinder Morgan off the hook and places the risks of a collapse of bitumen markets and the cost of that infernal pipeline squarely in your lap.  Do ya feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

Now I suppose that'll be money Trudeau could have spent on other things such as education, advancement of equality or rehabilitating our essential infrastructure without which there'll be no economy but, no, it'll be a pipeline. For coastal British Columbians it brings to mind Orwell's idea, "If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever."

Maybe the apple doesn't fall far from the tree but a few do rot real fast.

This should be enough to get the prime minister a head table seat at the Calgary Petroleum Club. He'll be up to his tits in the oil business, a player. And once the federal government becomes an integral part of the bitumen industry, once it has skin in the game, I'm sure it will have no effect whatsoever on the government's sacred duty as defender of Canada's environment.