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For well over a decade now (locals trace it back to the infamous Stanley Cup riots in ‘94) there’s been some kind of modern day Temperance League running the show over at Vancouver City Hall, and elected officials seem incapable and utterly uninterested in doing anything to rein the Fun Police in. I suppose it should come as no surprise with the current mayor, who founded a juice company, but dudes, the fucking Olympic torch arrives in Victoria next week! Somebody’s got to step up, shake these parasites off the system and stop letting them treat us like toddlers who need mommies to put soft corners on everything we try and navigate when we’re a teense unsteady. This story I’ve linked (about licence inspectors forcing restaurants to put a cap on how much money patrons can spend on liquor) is the most petty, small-minded lunacy I have ever had the misfortune to hear about in all my years writing about the trials and tribulations of life here in No Fun City. My head is fucking exploding right now. Imagine how the already struggling hospitality industry is feeling? And our amazing, world-class wineries? We’ll never see their products sold in local restaurants again. I hope every last one of those fun killing bureaucratic fucks gets eaten by Ed Hardy AIDS sharks with hemorrhoided goatse eyes.