Another Budget, Another Year of Scraping for Beer Money

Alright folks — grab a coffee or a cold one (whatever’s left in the fridge). I gotta get this off my chest before I head back to work.

So this month the “big brains” in Ottawa rolled out what they call Budget 2025. According to them, we’re “building Canada strong.” That’s rich — like putting lipstick on a rusted-out pickup.

They say there’ll be billions for infrastructure, new houses, hospitals, water systems — a whole mess of fancy talk about investing in the future.

Fine. But what about today?

I been watchin’ the food prices. Hell, the cost of groceries skyrocketed way before this budget hit. Inflation didn’t care about their fancy spreadsheets — inflation hits me at the checkout lane. Rents are climbing, gas tax on the back burner still burns you at the pump, and everything from milk to lumber for putting up a shed costs more now than it did last year. That ain’t a future problem — that’s every-day survival.

Here’s the thing: I’m not asking for gold. I’m not dreaming about fancy vacations. I just want to wake up next year and not worry if I can pay rent, buy groceries, and still have spare change to treat myself to a pack of smokes or a cheap beer.

I want to do the same job I’ve been doing for years and not feel like every year I’m working just so I can watch half the paycheck disappear into bills, inflation, and some “investment plan” I’ll never benefit from.

Because the truth is, when you spend all your time slapping drywall, pouring concrete, flipping shingles, or dragging lumber, you don’t care about GDP projections. You care about having a roof over your head and stuff on the table.

So yeah — call me cynical. Call me jaded. But when I see this budget talk, I ain’t seeing hope. I’m seeing another round of “hold tight,” another “next-year maybe,” another round of “we’ll get to you — eventually.”

If you ask me — this ain’t building Canada. It’s building excuses. 

And if you’re as fed up as I am, slap it right on your tailgate with the only honest bumper sticker left: the one with a cartoon stick-guy givin’ the word CARNEY exactly the treatment this budget gave the rest of us. Grab yours and let the whole highway know how you feel.