Gregor Robertson ponders the next three years.
And so it finishes: E-Day 2011 for the Rain City. Exhausting, butt-clenching stuff, what will all those bloody circles to fill in on the ballot. We don’t know about you, but picking 27 candidates is way too much. Why does voting in Vancouver always feel like a shitty first-year university exam? all smelly gyms, scantron “answer” cards, and a sense of joyless duty that makes filling out a two-page ballot the seeming equivalent of handing off a stool sample at the doctors office.
Well, as most of you know, this was a campaign with high points and low points. It’s hard to distinguish the two, but for whatever it’s worth, they included a stuffed lobster, comfy platitudes about “neighbourhood,” and a bunch of hippies doing some weird art installation on the front lawn of the VAG.
And because we know that you, our dozen or so readers, are craving some truly fulfilling late-afternoon reportage… we’ve got a treat for you. For pretty much no point at all, the Loggerheads team has put off the regular Sunday rituals of booze, pottery classes and Radio 1 in order to assemble our hazy field notes from last night’s debauchery.
In a nutsack, here’s our take. Open wide.
"Lesser of two evils"prevails, declares victory over greater of two evils;
Chicken Lady scratched.
'Nuff said. 35% of the 419,000 registered voters turn up. About half of them (77K) vote for the Juice Man, Gregor Robertson. Which means that the mayor re-elect cruises in with a mandate affirmed by 55% of the people who cast a ballot, which amounts to 18% of the registered voters (or about 13% of the total population of Vancouver).
By contrast his most notable challenger - NPA candidate Suzanne Anton - lost.
For those anxious about the state of our democratic health, fear not. Saturday’s elections are okay. Our turn-out is up from the previous election. Better yet, we’re still comfortably ahead of the situation in ancient Greece, where a noble, empowered, and tunic-clad 10% of the population in sweet, democratic Athens could vote.
Mike Klassen ends longest municipal campaign in Vancouver history… with failure.
This one wouldn’t be so fucking funny if it wasn’t for web 2.0.
"I will continue to campaign ad infinitum,” declares populist blogger and ‘star’ NPA candidate, in response to a roller coaster loss at the polls. Biggest lesson for Klassen? Figure out a way to convince Abbotsford readers of his City Carcass blog to move to Vancouver.
(Meanwhile, like most of the rest of the city, Loggerheads ponders the bigger question: is schadenfreude acceptable in this situation? If not, why not? And precisely how many more years of Klassen douchebaggery will be inflicted upon erstwhile users of the Interweb?)
UPDATE: Looks like erstwhile users may have some extra thumb-twiddling time on their hands…today, City Carcass has published their first Vision-positive editorial.
More poignant imagery. Green party candidate wins an election! Finally.
NSV packs up, prepares for return to plain-old NIMBYism
Elsewhere in Vancouver, 12-year old Randy Helten lost in his bid to become the youngest mayor in history. The fresh-faced man-boy, who ran as candidate for Neighbourhoods for Sustainable Vancouver, decried the “developer parties” sweeping to power. We caught up to him at Little League practice earlier today, to get his comments on last night’s election result.
"The process isn’t fair!" he said. "We also have wealthy West Point Grey residents in our party, but theeeey didn’t get elected.” Just for fun, we twisted his left nipple and made him pull our finger.
Oddly, according to one media report, Helten and his crew are in conversation with a number of the independent candidates about forming a coalition of progressives in time for the 2014 election. Yep. Not. A. Moment. Too. Soon.
At 9:24pm (PST), Actual Coalition of Progressive Electorate (COPE) learns it’s fucked.
You could hear it all around the COPE party headquarters last night. A soft, fairly-traded murmuring at first, followed by a gutteral, union-style folk chant… the key refrain of which went something like this: “Hey hey, Ho ho / Okay, maybe we shouldn’t have let Cadman go!” Say what you will about Big Dave, but Cadman always came across as the most stable of the lot. Not only that, but his friendly, oft-bitchy, Santa Claus like demeanor endeared him to generations of school children, Danish environmentalists and folk fest attendees.
COPE’s losses on Council are maybe the biggest story of the election, not to mention the mess that’s leftover on School and Park board, with old hands Bouey and Blakey out of the picture Man, that’s got to sting.
More on this later. For now, let us assure you… we at Loggerheads are ready!. Hear our micro-brew infused roar!
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