MLA expense revelations make a hermit’s escape seem tempting
Our politicians are caught once again with their hands in the cookie jar.
Cheap, petty, cheesy: call it what you will, it all boils down to greed.
Does it really matter how many cookies one is caught with?
Did you ever notice that all government inner circles are comprised of businessmen, lawyers and professionals? Seldom will you find the common folk at that level.
Could be that these people, the ones who brown-bag it or carry a lunch can to work, just don’t fit because they might have a lick of common sense telling them that just because something isn’t illegal doesn’t mean it can pass the smell test?
As far as paying for items questioned or returning them after an MLA has been snagged, I say big deal. Try that approach at a department store.
Sometimes I think if I had the health and requisite skills I would run off to the back woods of Rocky Boston or maybe Wreck Cove to become a hermit and give the single-finger salute to all politicians. At least Jesse James wore a mask. Richard McNeil Glace Bay