Venal Equinox

This week marks the First Day of Spring and Easter. It's also close to the end of RRSP season and the income tax deadline.

I am by no means a religious person, but do you ever notice how the Baby Boomers who lament how Xmas became too commercial are the ones who turn the palest shade of white over their portfolios once the flowers start coming out? They bitch the most because they have the most: they're the ones who hand-hold their kids through university and scream for tax cuts instead of frozen tution fees. They're also the ones who plan to winter in Arizona or Florida while clinging to this country's medical benefits.

Or Tuscany - I didn't see that CIBC ad with the couple who look like Adrienne Clarkson and John Raulston Saul with the sound on until a few weeks ago. I had thought that she was crying tears of relief because he didn't have prostate cancer, and that whole estate plan wasn't necessary. Guess I don't understand the importance of lording one's wealth over those who would otherwise be content to spend our twilight years taking long walks in the park or playing Yahtzee.

Depending on one's beliefs, this used to be a season of renewal, redemption, and a connection to life and the natural world. This is one of those rare times I wish I was a religious person, because I'd love to remember the name of that guy who kicked the moneychangers out of that temple...