“Why do you hate the NCC?” a radio host once asked me.
I was taken aback. Hate the NCC? It seemed like such a bizarre question. (The rest of the interview was just as strange. By the end of it, I was carefully examining the radio host’s hairline, marveling at how well the surgeons hid the lobotomy scar.)
Why would anyone hate the NCC? It’s sort of like a local Santa, bringing us canal skating and beaches at Meech Lake, Lac Philippe and Lac La Pêche. It makes us snow slides and provides a venue for every drunk in eastern Ontario and west Quebec to show their stuff on Canada Day.
I don’t hate it. But I think the NCC needs work, or could be radically pruned without any harm at all to the National Capital region and the country.
Let me count the reasons.