Heather Scofield of the Canadian Press leads with this nugget: "Almost all the remaining MPs from the old Reform Party - including Stephen Harper - stand to collect more than $100,000 a year in pension benefits once they retire." The Canadian Taxpayers Federation estimates our beloved leader will be up for a 150,244$ per year pension.
In 1995, in the Commons, he called the pension package a "monstrosity" and "obscene."
"My wife and I just purchased our first home and we are planning for our future, but I could not go home and look my wife or my constituents in the eye if I opted into a plan like the one offered in Bill C-85. Instead, I will put my own money into an RRSP," he said.
May be hypocrite is the wrong word. Liar may be more appropriate.
Iffen you remember, the 52 Reformers who got elected back in '93, got a lot of pub back in the day with their rants against the gold plated pensions that Members of Parliament got.
Flash forward to 2010 and it is revealed that of the eleven, ten have opted in to the pension plan and if they retired today they "...would receive well over $100,000 a year in benefits if they were to retire by the end of the year..."
The Prime Minister's Office and Stockwell Day's Treasury board people are not returning Miss Scofield's calls.
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Well, now that he's got his benefits and therefore decides he doesn't need to run again, he doesn't have to look his constituents in the eye any longer.
ReplyDeleteIt was just after the sheep had returned, on a pleasant evening when the animals had finished work and were making their way back to the farm buildings, that the terrified neighing of a horse sounded from the yard. Startled, the animals stopped in their tracks. It was Clover's voice. She neighed again, and all the animals broke into a gallop and rushed into the yard. Then they saw what Clover had seen.
ReplyDeleteIt was a pig walking on his hind legs.
Yes, it was Squealer. A little awkwardly, as though not quite used to supporting his considerable bulk in that position, but with perfect balance, he was strolling across the yard. And a moment later, out from the door of the farmhouse came a long file of pigs, all walking on their hind legs. Some did it better than others, one or two were even a trifle unsteady and looked as though they would have liked the support of a stick, but every one of them made his way right round the yard successfully. And finally there was a tremendous baying of dogs and a shrill crowing from the black cockerel, and out came Napoleon himself, majestically upright, casting haughty glances from side to side, and with his dogs gambolling round him.
He carried a whip in his trotter.
And those same voters refuse to elect a Liberal, strange....
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