dreams vs bureaucracy
an anarchists lament
One problem is solved and another emerges.
I’m attempting to build a backyard suite. I have a friend who has been living rough.
The small home I’m building is for him
Every turn is another problem.
They people who pretend to care are creating ‘incentives’ for people who really care to create spaces for people to live.
Almost ten percent of my budget has been spent on permits.
A backyard tiny home of 400 square feet gets hit with the same fee as a three thousand square foot two story for a family of four for impacts on the sewage system.
That seems fair eh?
Almost five thousand dollars on permits. Including a ‘grading permit’ for a lot that will not be graded.
Who imagined permits were going to cost this much?
Permits! Who came up with such bullshit to begin with?
Permits that the government needs paid so I can help solve a systemic problem.
The problem comes from high priced permits that protect the incumbent property owners while creating over priced systems of ‘cost recovery’ that pay salaries of some of the most overpaid managers (halifax water) in the region.
And the fine folks at Halifax water are as flexible as a fire hydrant.
I’d laugh but every bloody park near me is filled with people living in tents demanding space heaters.
I imagine part of the solution to the current housing crisis MIGHT JUST BE DEREGULATION that might benefit common people rather than corporate ball lickers.
That’s what I imagine.
However, I’ve learned something through this:
Nothing is as easy as my imagination makes things.
There is a gap between reality and what I dream.
That gap is a source of sadness.