So I think I speak for all of us when I say: Enough.
We get it. The Olympic village is a mess. Somebody is to blame, though we’re not completely sure who yet. We’ve now all read more in-camera city-hall minutes than any of us would have ever believed possible, minutes that have way less narrative flow and drama than your average airport novel, by the way. We’ve learned a lot about big-project financing, performance bonds, hedge funds, hard and soft costs of construction, completion guarantees, and material defaults, knowledge that will undoubtedly help us when we go in to re-negotiate our house mortgages next time.
I believe this is the moment for all of us in the media to check in on Britney Spears’ child-custody issues. Devote some attention to the emerging trend of urban chickens. Write a travel piece on the unknown charms of Nanaimo as a tourist destination. Anything.
Of course we won’t, you know. We’ll just keep going. We have a living to make and awards to win and irate people on all sides who inssit on giving us more, more, more information so we can, at last, tell the full and complete story — from their point of view.
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