Recall for me how during the last municipal campaign, Vision Vancouver claimed that Sam Sullivan was the reason we had become ‘No Funcouver’.

Well, if I’m going to judge, I’ll say, and quite objectively, that I’d happily go back to what we were, since after a year and a half of open dope-smoking, street drinking, anti-small business, protest-encouraging, radical, activist initiatives from the rabid social engineering set know as Vision Vancouver, we’re hardly any further on the fun continuum.

Case in point. When I broke the story about the Mayor’s gal pal, Penny Bedlam, issuing the edict to erect a Jumbotron for the World Cup, the Vision sycophants were up in arms. “What have you got against having fun?” wrote one imbecile. “Gregor is just responding to the demand of the people”, wrote one Tyee correspondent…from Saturn.

Well, have a look at the below. They’re pictures from early Sunday morning. Approximately three AM.

This is the artificial turf area where all the fun took place. Just off center of the picture is a group of four under-aged kids smoking dope. At just off center to the left is yet another crew of future leaders of Vision Vancouver enjoying a whole series of nice cold alcoholic beverages on our city streets.

And here is someone above, who has clearly ingested something his Daddy always warned against, and the lad’s trying desperately at a self-exorcism..

Quiet probably, he is also likely to become the next leader of the Liberal Party of Canada.

There was also a picture of two young girls, which I will spare you from seeing: one future ‘Mother of the Year’ candidate had defecated on herself and adorned her legs accordingly, while actually laughing about it hysterically. Yet another was convinced that she’d landed her spaceship in a place where it might get towed. “How are you gonna get all that out of your shoes so you Mom doesn’t smell it?” quipped the little genius to her friend.

And here are two more future pillars of society. One confirmed he was the ripe old age of 14, the other wouldn’t say, but looked like whiskers weren’t anything soon becoming a serious proposition. A third, outside the frame, offered up this polite, courteous line: “Hey are you some sort of narc? I didn’t know narcs were tattooed dudes, man…are those real? They’re beautiful, dude”

The beverage before them for those of you who are wondering, is called ‘Strongbow’, the UK’s most popular cider, with an alcohol by volume content of 5.5% and a proof of almost 11. Two empty boxed of it littered the sidewalk. They had apparently been there for hours….about 100 feet from the Granville Mall club district–blocked by THREE police cruisers, with officers in plain sight, arms folded (although I felt sympathy for them , I must say).

What a nightmare…

Vision Vancouver wants you to know that THIS is their idea of ‘Funcouver’ for young people. Is this what they teach at Hollyhock? Just askin’…

But before I go, one last question…the dance floor…guess whose tax dollar will pay for a hefty settlement to the negligent, absent “parents” (for who else would allow their KID out at 3AM?) of some drunk and high moron that snaps his neck in the middle of a totally rad move, dude?

The failed Burrard Bridge bike lane is there “for (the) safety” of less than 3.5% of the population, but the above enterprise isn’t a safety risk at all, nope, no way.

I know, I know…why point out the obvious….