Sink Or Ride

If we were only permitted to travel around this city on modes of transport paid in full, upfront by each of us on a fee-for-service basis, we’d all be walking everywhere we went. hackingthroughthejungleThere’s probably an argument to be made about bicycle use as well. Its impact on infrastructure a fraction of its costs.

For every other way we get from point A to point B? Subsidized to the hilt. Roads for vehicular traffic are not fully paid for through gas taxes and registration fees. While transit users in Toronto pay an unusually high percentage of the system’s annual operating costs, a good chunk of it comes from other revenue sources. And we haven’t even got to the matter of capital costs.

So if our car, bus, streetcar, subway travel all is subsidized to varying degrees, why do we expect the public bike sharing system, Bixi, to pay its own way?

In normal circumstances that would be purely a rhetorical question. You’d think mobility was mobility regardless of the number of wheels under your ass. This, however, is Toronto 2014. subsidizeCycling is nothing more than a sport or a jaunty ride about town, to and fro places of latte-sipping.

Reports of Bixi’s financial duress emerged on Tuesday. The Montreal based company is looking to sell off its franchises including the one in Toronto. A couple years back, the city signed on as a loan guarantor to help get the operation up and going. Now it’s on the hook for about $3.9 million.

Unsurprisingly, Mayor Ford is uninterested in helping out. The chair of the city’s Public Works and Infrastructure Committee, Councillor Denzil Minnan-Wong, is not any more enthusiastic about the idea. He’d prefer to off-load it onto the private sector.

“Government, fundamentally, isn’t the first place where you look to run a business,” the councillor said. “The private sector is better at making a dollar because it is their dollar. tossoverboardI’m a firm believer that if it can be in the Yellow Pages, it shouldn’t be in the Blue Pages.”

*sigh*

On Tuesday, I wanted to hug Councillor Minnan-Wong to my bosom for having the courage of his convictions in speaking out and voting against a casino. I’d always questioned his courage and believed his only conviction was reducing local government to a heaping rubble. But by later that day, he’d returned to form.

Only the firmest set of anti-cycling minds saw the bike sharing program as some blue chip business venture. bixiAccording to the National Post’s Megan O’Toole, in a report going to the Executive Committee next week, Toronto’s GM of Transportation Services suggests BIXI has become “’an important part of the transportation mix’ in the city and a key component of the Pan Am Games transportation plan.” ‘An important part of the transportation mix’, you say? Well, let’s just hand that over to the private sector to maximize profits why don’t we.

BIXI was never intended to individually cover great distances. It’s all about short hauls. Think timed transfers we’d like to have on the TTC – hop on-hop off privileges – but on a bike.

Set up to actually succeed, BIXI could immediately begin paying back any investment in it from the city by helping to alleviate the stress along certain transit routes. Right now, I’m thinking the downtown streetcar lines, especially King Street. fieldofdreamsReduce the ridership there in order to re-allocate TTC resources in other parts of the city.

Of course, it’s not as easy as simply putting up more stands filled with more bikes. Biking infrastructure also has to be improved to further entice reticent but interested would-be riders to casually start using the system as part of their transit routine. All part of the concept of induced demand. Build it (and maintain it properly) and they will come.

As part of the city’s overall transportation outlay, coming to the rescue of BIXI would be a modest outlay. For a fraction of the amount we’re looking to shell out keeping the Gardiner in the pink, we could triple the number of BIXI bikes and broaden its reach from High Park to Broadview and Dupont Street to the lake. Hardly the ‘drain on the city’s finances’ the Public Works chair pretends to fret about. eraseA concern particularly rich coming from the man who cost the city a couple hundred thousand dollars reverting the Jarvis bike lanes back to a 5th lane for cars and another $19.4 million trying to bury the Gardiner Expressway Environmental Assessment without council consent.

But we all know this isn’t about sound policy or good governance. It never is with this administration. BIXI’s financial problems offer up yet another golden opportunity to kill off a David Miller initiative. That’s really the only kind of agenda they have left.

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One Is The Loneliest Number

It would be easy to write off the city’s new budget chief, Councillor Frank Di Giorgio as… invisibleman1ineffectual, let’s call it to keep things on a civil level. It’s difficult to point to a single contribution he’s made during his undistinguished time in office. His one stand out quality seems to be posing the most baffling of questions during council meetings. If there’s a current councillor who elicits more “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you’re asking.” responses one doesn’t immediately spring to mind.

Yet there he is, a North York and Toronto councillor since 1985 save the first term of the amalgamated city. That’s 25 years for those of you counting at home. He’s got to be delivering the goods in some way, doesn’t he? whateverOtherwise, you’d have to conclude that his residents aren’t really paying that much attention to who represents them at City Hall, and their voting habits consist of nothing more than checking off the most recognizable name on the ballot.

Let’s not travel down that cold, bleak road.

Instead we’ll assume that Councillor Di Giorgio is one savvy political survivor. A canny operator who knows what needs to be known, does what needs to be done to continue getting elected to public office.  He has his finger on the pulse of what Ward 12 York South-Weston voters want and expect in a councillor.

Now, after years in the wilderness of obscurity, he has finally ascended the heights of prominence. Clawing his way up over the corpses and cast offs of a once powerful army, he is the last man standing. solesurvivorThe chosen one from the dwindling ranks. The few, the proud, the Team Ford.

Being budget chief is a tough, thankless job at the best of times. Arguably, this is not the best of times. The position kicked the stuffing out of his predecessor, Mike Del Grande who seemed to have coveted the job from the time he was first elected as councillor in 2003. Why would Councillor Di Giorgio want to travel down that same grueling path with a crowd not playing at the top of its game and hardly noted for overt displays of loyalty toward those who’ve offered up their services for the cause?

Surely the councillor’s been around the political block enough times to know that he’s not going to make a lick of difference in the direction the budget takes as long as the mayor’s brother sits to his left as the committee’s vice-chair. Sure, there are five other members on the committee but with hyper-Fordian Councillor Frances Nunziata now one of them, it’s hard to see much of a free flow of ideas happening that don’t carry the imprimatur of the councillor-brother. liontamingIt’s obvious who’s running the show at budget committee in everything but name.

We here at All Fired Up in the Big Smoke were on record for not thinking much of the former budget chief’s job. In our humble opinion, he never fully grasped the nature of public finances, maintaining a very cloistered view that saw debt and taxation as unnecessary profligacies. But Councillor Del Grande was no toady. He possessed an independence of attitude that, more often than not, overlapped with Mayor Ford. When it didn’t? Well, ultimately that’s why he quit the post.

Watching Budget Chief Di Giorgio’s inaugural budget committee meeting as chair last Thursday, independent minded was not the first thing that sprung to mind. He was solicitous and polite and did not commence the meeting with a bang of the gavel. Granted, the meeting was light on business and for the most part, items sailed through with very little fuss or bother. rubberstampNobody set about re-inventing the wheel on this particular day.

And then came the last bit of new business.

An item from the February Government Management Committee meeting to purchase a little over a third of an acre of green space from a surplus TDSB school along Dufferin Street in Ward 15.

For most of the committee members in the room, this was the first they’d heard about the item and understandably wanted to get a little more information before giving it a green light. (Councillor Nunziata took the opportunity for her familiar complaint refrain about not getting the parks in her ward cleaned let alone getting a new park.) Due diligence and all that.

But the budget committee vice-chair took the wariness a couple notches higher.

A million bucks for a park?! Who did the math on this? Fair market value, the budget chief assured him.grandstanding

A park on Dufferin Street?! Who would want their kids playing there? Well, the area is lacking green space, the budget chief told him.

If we buy a park for Ward 15, where’s the park for every other ward in the city? Let’s keep everything at the lowest common denominator, folks. Parks for all or parks for nobody. And it’ll be for nobody since a million dollars for a park is outrageous.

So it went until the committee voted in favour of sending the item onto Executive Committee without recommendation, effectively washing their collective hands of making any decision on it.

While such an excessive outburst is nothing new, this one was something of a head-scratcher even by Councillor Doug Ford standards. Alone among budget committee members, the councillor was not unfamiliar with this particular item. As part of the Government Management committee, not only did Councillor Ford debate the item a month earlier, he actually moved the adoption of the motion.

Now, here he was railing about it.

Whatever was behind such a pronounced flip-flop?

Follow me as I make a wild guess here.

The chair of the Government Management Committee? A certain Councillor Paul Ainslie. pissingmatchWhat happened in the interim between Councillor Ford’s apparent approval of the purchase of the parkland in February and his about face on it a month later? A little accusation of more questionable public behaviour on the part of Mayor Ford at the Garrison Ball earlier this year by – you guessed it – a certain Councillor Ainslie.

Who did the math on this?!

This is the kind of eradicate, sideshow conduct Councillor Di Giorgio has signed up for in taking the position of budget chief. Entirely extraneous, personality driven politics diverting attention from the task at hand of running the city. As the administration wobbly heads into an election year, completely sidelined on most of the important issues on the municipal docket, is this really the kind of increased profile the councillor is looking for? outsidethecircleBudget chief in name only and subject to the turbulence of a populist administration constantly undercut by a lack of realistic policy goals and regular questions about the mayor’s off-field behaviour?

Unsurprisingly, after the conclusion of Thursday’s budget committee meeting, the budget chief was left alone, talking to someone in the public seats as the media chased Councillor Ford out of the room. It’s a scenario Councillor Di Giorgio probably should get used to.

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Hooked On Civics

I cannot swear for certain if any of the following is true. Consider me, if you will, coreyhartan unreliable narrator of this tale. The past four days have been something of a NeoCitran-Benylin DM-Gosling’s haze, that dreaded winter cold many had suffered endlessly of having finally caught me in the season’s dying days.

Conversations of late have struck me as not quite right. Ass-grabbing. Scotch and cranberry juice with a beer chaser. Wearing sunglasses at night. Cocaine. Daniel Dale’s skinny boney butt. Sarah Thomson.

WHY ARE WE STILL TALKING ABOUT SARAH THOMSON, PEOPLE?!?

Clearly, it was the medication filter, changing meanings, changing contexts. This wasn’t really a thing, this thing I kept hearing.

More disturbingly were the visitations. Two Lynchian-like spectres seated near me as I slept-dreamt-ate Kraft Dinner. Jibbering jabbering at each other then toward me then back to each other. briankeithWords, words, words, I sometimes comprehended, many I did not.

Ahh, my old friend Urban Sophisticat. It had been a long time since we chatted. All formally business casual, looking very much the part of Brian Keith as Uncle Bill in A Family Affair. Oh, Buffy. You died far too young.

And the other, well, it reminded me of Acaphlegmic. It could only be him… he? him? Yet, his look struck me as something altogether different from what I remember him… he? him? willing to sport. Country bumpkin-barber shop quartet soprano?

“It’s a fucking goldmine in there now,” Urban Sophisticat informed me, leaning in a little too close given by contagious state. I covered my bowl of KD. I’m not sure why, exactly. “They’ve got the run of the place.”

“Texas tea,” according to Acaphlegmic, and I was immediately struck by the realization who he reminded me of. Buddy Ebsen’s Jed Clampett, dressed to the nine’s for a Sunday outing. I often wondered how his career might’ve fared differently had he held on to the role of the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz and not been felled by allergies. jedclampettYeah, allergies. The Beverly Hillbillies? Barnaby Jones?

I often wondered too, why my more hallucinatory moments consist of 1960s TV flashbacks. It concerns me about the direction any turn for dementia might take for me further down the road. “Sam! Samantha!!”

Coming to, I become aware of the rustling of a newspaper.

“Since Mayor Rob Ford took office and declared the city ‘open for business’ lobbying activity at city hall has exploded,” Urban Sophisticat reads. “Three times more lobbyists signed up with the city in 2012 as in 2010. The number of subjects they’re pushing has doubled. Allegations of misconduct have tripled. And the daily communications logged between lobbyists and public office holders appears to be 10 times higher last year than the year before Ford took office, an analysis by the Star has shown.”

I sleep. Or maybe it’s just a blink. But when I open my eyes again both men are leaning forward, grinning like… they couldn’t be happier.

“Lobbying. That’s where it’s at,” Urban Sophisticat informs me.opportunities

“You got the brains,” Acaphlegmic adds. “We got the looks. Let’s make lots of money.”

It should hardly come as a surprise to anyone. The Ford Administration, such as it was, offered double the opportunities for the lobbying industry. One, they loved the private sector. Who better to advise and inform them of important matters of policy? Especially when doing that kind of grunt research stuff meant full time work and resources that were hard to justify in these days of stopping the gravy train.

Plus, with a severe lack of leadership at the top (again, a lot of time and resources needed to maintain even a semblance of control or interest), a directionless city council makes for a more willing audience to hear entreaties from outsiders. The mayor’s vote list replaced by a lobbyist’s wish list. At the end of the day, instructions are instructions, am I right?

“There’s far more fluidity in voting patterns,” according to Jamie Besner of the Sussex Strategy Group. “There’s no question.” It is now Acaphlegmic’s turn to read from the newspaper. “Under Mel Lastman there was a predictable vote pattern. The same thing occurred under David Miller. This council is far more unpredictable.”

“We want in on some of that action,” Urban Sophisticat tells me. songanddanceBut… but… why is he eating my Kraft Dinner?

“We’ve even got ourselves a name,” Acaphelgmic points out. “GGI.”

GGI?

“Good Governance Incorporated.”

Wait. How did he know I was wondering what GGI meant? Can they read my mind now? And stop eating my lunch!

“Yeah. We’re going go done there to City Hall, and hype the shit out of good governance, yo!” (OK, so why was Urban Sophisticat talking like Jesse Pinkerman now?) “Tell each one of those 41 councillors what’s what and what’s when about solid policy initiatives, resident engagement, community programs… and whatnot.”

I point out that there’s actually 44 councillors at City Hall.

“Yeah. We’re not going to waste much time and effort on Ford, Holyday or Nunziata,” Acaphlegmic responds. “Think they might have deaf ears to the tune we’ll be singing.”

“I mean, Di Giorgio’s a stretch but, yeah. It’s all about time management and sticking to the easier gets,” Urban Sophisticat points out.showmethemoney

“Hooked On Civics!” Acaphlegmic belts out. “That’s what we’re selling.”

Now, I didn’t really want to burst anyone’s enthusiasm bubble. The boys, if that’s what they were and not just some dextromethorphan induced figment of my imagination, seemed really pumped and their hearts in the right place but… what about the money?

“Who’s going to be paying you to lobby for good governance?” I asked.

Yeah. The bubble burst. This was not something they had thought of, obviously. They stopped dead still and looked at me like I’d just spoken in tongues, which wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility. So I repeated myself just in case.

“Who’s going to pay you to lobby for good governance?”

It was the one looking like Acaphlegmic who spoke first.

“You mean… Wait… You don’t just sign up as a lobbyist, do your spiel and pick up a pay cheque?”

“Why wouldn’t someone pay you to lobby for good governance?!” crestfallenUrban Sophisticat screamed at me.

It was a good question and not one I had an answer to even when I wasn’t totally under the influence of over the counter medication. Why not, indeed. Evidently it’s easier to put a price on casinos or sidewalk lay-bys than it is good governance.

Hey!

That’s good.

Hey, Acaphlegmic! Urban Sophisticat! Hey! Guys? Guys?

Gone. Perhaps never here. Good ideas are often fleeting, I thought to myself, washing down the last of my Kraft Dinner with the last of my Benylin. Nothing but the product of cold shivers and overheated minds.

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