The Montreal Conundrum
There’s no leader, no one better, no one breaking ahead of the pack. Everyone has to be the same, standardized over decades by a creeping nanny state that takes care of everything and where nothing gets done. Everyone the same, everyone equal. We elevate mediocrity to the ranks of greatness because of an ideological flaw. We try to give everyone a shot, sure, that is commendable, but once they are on their way to reach the sky, you put them on a six foot leash. It’s a conundrum. You want everyone to have access to opportunities but you won’t let individuals achieve greatness because we all have to be equal.
The end result is not as good as you wanted it to be.It really isn’t.
Montreal, you are a hundred page novel, a 40 minute film, you’re 14 bucks an hour. You are the greatest lover alive who can’t bring a women to orgasm. You are ordinary and you can’t seem to escape it. You’re are few inches above the bottom dwellers and you’ve been hovering there, silently drifting in circles for decades now.
You’re on fucking life support.
Admittedly it’s not your fault. That is also true. The federal doesn’t care about you, the provincial laughs at you one way or the other. You’ve been landlocked by decades of language and cultural policies, none of which came from your own needs or demands. You are the victim of pressure groups that are outside of your city limits, You are stuck in a bureaucracy to thick you can’t even put up a sign without a permit anymore and everyone wants a piece of it. Everyone wants a piece of you but gives nothing in return. You are claimed by all and supported by none. You are own your own and you’re dragging everyone else’s dead weight behind you.
They’ll come visit, they’ll drink your beer. They’ll take your money, but then call you a snob when you say you want to do more with yourself.