The other night while organizing files on my Wind Turbine research and listening to an Eagles (band) album, a song came on that epitomized the current situation regarding Dalton McGuinty’s “outlaw” prorogued government, particularly in reference to the Green Energy Act legislation and the effect it has had on my perceptions of the state of democratic governance in Ontario. McGuinty’s penchant for aristocratic decision making has been manifested in the deceptive strategies for the implementation of his edicts, such as omnibus bill legislation, and de facto increases in taxation which appear as Global Adjustments on ratepayers hydro bills that pay for reductions in corporate taxes through FIT subsidies, renewable energy grants and tax exemptions, and a whopping $14.4 billion provincial budget deficit which we’ll all have to pay down the road.
In the case of Industrial Wind Turbine development in particular, Dalton and his gang of ratepayer robbing “clean green” renewable energy desperado outlaws, have been pursued by posses of rural Ontarian’s who have been held-up for, not only their tax dollars, increasing hydro rates and diminishing property values, but perhaps more insidiously, their health. Lately, I’ve read many articles in the news about the increasingly hard financial times for many rural folk and I’ve no doubt that the FIT subsidy hucksters are out there trying to fleece folk with bribes and deceptive promises of plenty before the Dalton gang meets its prorogued fate. Even the liberal leadership hopefuls preparing for their lame duck government’s post prorogued descent, are full of FIT to be tied apologies for withholding evidence. It struck me how poignant “eagles” and “lame duck” represent Dalton’s IWT fiasco… and wouldn’t it be a delicious irony if our Dalton gang could meet its fate at the hands of “Bat” Masterson, a wild west lawman born in Lower Canada and a contemporary of the original bank robbing “Dalton gang” outlaws. Without further ado, I offer the lyrics to this Eagles’ song with a few minor changes, “The Eagles – Duelin’ Dalton, Desperado reprise”:
Well the stage was set, the sun was sinkin’ low down, as they came to town to face another showdown The lawmen cleared wind protestors from the streets All you blood thirsty Conservatives will you try to find your seats?
Watch ‘em duelin’ duelin’ Dalton
High or low, it’s all the same
Easy money and faithless taxpayers
You will never kill the pain
Go down, oh Dalton, don’t you wonder why?
Sooner or later we all have to die
Sooner or later, that’s a stone cold fact
53 Liberals ride out and only a few ride back
The greens with diamonds let you down, it was an empty fable
The greens with hearts you say you never met Your twisted fate has found you out and it’s finally turned the tables
Stole your dreams and paid you with regret Desperado Is there gonna be anything left, is there gonna be anything?
You sealed your fate up a long time ago
Ain’t it hard when you’re all alone in the centre ring Now there’s no taxes left to borrow Is there gonna be anything left?
Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow Desperado, desperado
(The original song is available here)
David Norman, Rogue Primate of Bloomfield