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Running for Premier of Oz
In which our hero Dorothy makes Green, Liberal and NDP friends on her way down the yellow brick road.
After L. Frank Baum published The Wizard of Oz in 1900, some readers saw it as a political allegory, with especial references to the Progressive movement. With apologies to Mr. Baum, the following is a political adaptation for British Columbia.
Dorothy arrived early on her first day of work at the Legislative Assembly in Victoria. She had graduated recently from the journalism program at Vancouver’s Langara College, quickly found a job at a small television station, and was assigned to the Press Gallery.
But as Dorothy clambered up the legislature’s front steps, a cyclone suddenly swept into Victoria’s inner harbour. Caught in the tumult, Dorothy was hurled upwards by the swirling winds. Around and around she went, becoming disoriented and losing her bearings, buffeted to and fro by the awesome power of Mother Nature.
At last the winds subsided, and Dorothy, dazed, found herself on the front lawn of Government House, the home of British Columbia’s Lieutenant-Governor. A kindly-looking woman stood nearby, watching with concern.
"Who are you?" asked Dorothy.
"I am Iona of the North," the woman replied. "Specifically, Skeena."
Dorothy was puzzled by this information, and so Iona explained that she was a former Trudeau Liberal from northern B.C. who had enjoyed numerous public appointments after serving a single term in the House of Commons in the 1970s. At present she was B.C.’s Lieutenant-Governor, and the current occupant of Government House.
"Wow!" said Dorothy. "It sounds like a sweet gig."
"It sure is," agreed Iona. "But all I do is rubber-stamp bills passed by the legislature. I’m the head-of-government, but the real power rests with the Premier. He controls spending of about $30 billion each year, doles out gobs of goodies to his friends, and has a big caucus of trained seals who bark at his command!"
Dorothy was impressed. "Golly," she said. "I’m new to the press gallery. Where can I find the Premier?"
"You just missed him and all of the other politicians and the news media," explained Iona. "You see, British Columbia is going to have a general election. Everybody is on their way to see the Voters in the Land of the Electorate."
"The Land of the Electorate," repeated Dorothy. "How do I get there?"
"It’s easy," Iona replied. "The road you must take is paved with taxpayers’ dollars, which look like gold bricks. So, follow the yellow brick road and soon you’ll be in amongst the Voters."
The Scarecrow
Dorothy thanked Iona and happily set off on her journey.
Presently she came to a meadow, in the midst of which was a lonely Scarecrow. Dorothy glanced at the Scarecrow, and then looked again, for it looked familiar. The Scarecrow slowly winked at her.
"Hi," said Dorothy. "I think I’ve seen you before."
"I’m the Leader of the Green Party," the Scarecrow replied.
"What are you doing in this meadow?" asked Dorothy.
"Shouldn’t you be on your way to the Land of the Electorate to see the Voters?"
"I heard that a developer or a logger or a miner was going to come here and destroy this beautiful meadow," said the Scarecrow. "Hundreds of high-paying jobs would be created, but I’m going to scare them away."
"You can’t meet Voters when you’re standing alone in a field," replied Dorothy. "Are you sure this is a smart election strategy?"
"What do I know about smart?" cried the Scarecrow. "My head is stuffed with straw and green stuff. I don’t know anything about election strategy. I have no brains at all."
Dorothy frowned. "Is that why you ran in the Surrey-Panorama Ridge by-election and embarrassed yourself by finishing third?" she asked. "Is that why you had a hissy-fit when the Citizen’s Assembly advocated electoral reform that wasn’t identical to your proposal?"
"I guess so," the Scarecrow sadly admitted. "I’d give anything to have a brain. You sound pretty smart. Can you help me?”
"I’m on my way to the Land of the Electorate and I’d be pleased to have your company on the journey," Dorothy said as she helped the Scarecrow down from her pole. "Voters have lots of brains. I’m sure someone can help you."
And so Dorothy and the Scarecrow set off down the road paved with yellow brick.
The Tin Man
Not long thereafter they heard a faint groan coming from the forest at the side of the road. "Did you hear that?" Dorothy whispered to the Scarecrow. They stopped, listened, and heard another groan.
Moving slowly into the forest they soon saw a big tree, partly chopped through. Standing beside it with an upraised axe was a tin woodman. "Did you groan?" asked Dorothy.
"Yes," said the Tin Man. "My joints have rusted because I’ve been chopping and chopping and chopping without rest for the past three-and-a-half years," he said. "There’s some oil in my tool-kit over there, but I can’t reach it. Could you please oil me?"
"I’ve seen you before," said Dorothy as she squirted oil into the Tin Man’s joints. "You look exactly like the Premier of B.C."
"I am, indeed," the Tin Man replied. "I am also the Leader of the B.C. Liberal Party."
"What on earth are you doing in the forest?" asked the Scarecrow. "We’re going to meet Voters in the Land of the Electorate. Why aren’t you?"
"I was," said the Tin Man. "But then I thought I saw some government programs for young children and elderly people hiding in the forest, so I stopped to take my axe to them. But I guess I was mistaken because I only found these trees. I started cutting them down, a natural reflex, I guess. But then I rusted up and have been stuck here ever since."
Dorothy looked suspicious. "Were you drinking and driving when you saw those imaginary government programs in the trees?" she demanded.
"No," gulped the Tin Man. "But my brother, who writes a ‘Government is Evil’ column in the ‘We Hate Taxes and Social Programs’ section of a major newspaper, told me I’d find wasteful public expenditures everywhere in the Land of the Electorate. It seemed perfectly natural to expect some here in the forest."
"It sounds like you and your brother are like me," said the Scarecrow. "You two don’t have any brains, either."
"Brains are not the best things in the world," replied the Tin Man. "I should much rather have a heart — or, at least, I’d like to trick the Voters into thinking I have a heart."
"How do you know that you don’t have a heart?" asked Dorothy. "Surely you must feel some compassion for the less-fortunate members of our society?"
"I don’t think so," the Tin Man smiled. "Why, my government closed down nursing-care beds for elderly British Columbians and separated married couples; we forced all disabled people receiving government assistance to undergo a painful review to ensure they deserved help; and we allowed universities and colleges to hike tuition costs by $400 million per year, thereby punishing students from low-income families."
"That does seem heartless," Dorothy agreed.
"We even took away the seniors’ bus passes," the Tin man said. "But the Voters got mad, so we had to give them back."
Dorothy pursed her lips. "I guess you really do need a heart," she finally said. "The Scarecrow needs a brain. You better join us on our journey to the Land of the Electorate."
And so the three of them continued down the yellow brick road.
The Lion
They had not traveled far when a great lion bounded into the road and let out a thundering roar. Dorothy, the Scarecrow and the Tin Man merely stared at the beast.
"Aren’t you afraid?" the Lion demanded. "Don’t you know who I am?"
"No, and no," said Dorothy.
"I’m the Leader of the New Democratic Party," said the Lion. "And I can roar very loudly. I’m really quite powerful, and many people — especially business people — are afraid of me."
The Tin Man snickered and started sharpening his axe. The Scarecrow stared into space.
"Well, I don’t recognize you," said Dorothy, after a moment. "If you were the powerful Leader of a great political party, I’d know who you were and what you stood for. But I don’t, and neither does anybody else."
The Lion began to whimper. "I’ve only had the job for a year or so. It takes time to get known, and develop policies, and connect with voters, and.... "
"Nonsense," interrupted Dorothy. "If you were a Leader, you’d make bold decisions. You’d firmly declare your Party’s policies. I think you and your Party are nothing but big cowards."
"Our Party was in government for 10 years," the Lion moaned. "Everybody hated us. We became afraid to make decisions because we were criticized for everything we did. We lost our courage."
The Lion wiped away a tear with its tail and continued talking. "I hardly know what we stand for anymore. Why, I went to a B.C. Business Coalition meeting last summer and told them I wanted to be their friend. And then I told the annual convention of the B.C. Federation of Labour that I believed in balanced budgets."
"That doesn’t make any sense to me," said the Scarecrow. "But, really, nothing does. I don’t have a brain."
The Tin man snorted. "You’ll never be as good as me at chopping government expenditures to balance the budget. Plus, business owners and wealthy people won’t be your friend when they can count on me to cut their taxes and shift the burden to middle- and lower-income British Columbians. I don’t have a heart."
"I don’t have any courage," said the Lion. "I need courage."
"Well, you can join us on our journey to the Land of the Electorate," said the Scarecrow, linking arms with the Lion and the Tin man. "The yellow brick road will take us to brains, and a heart, and courage."
"Let’s go," said the Tin Man to Dorothy.
But Dorothy slowly shook her head as she looked at her three feckless companions. Then she slowly turned around and began walking back from whence she had come.
"Where are you going?" called out the Lion.
Dorothy glanced back over her shoulder. "Alberta," she muttered.
Tyee columnist Will McMartin is a veteran political consultant and a regular on CBC Radio's "Early Edition". ![]()



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BC Mary (not verified)
7 years ago
Oh, Dorothy. You're not forsaking B.C. too, are you? Come back! Do something!
Dan (not verified)
7 years ago
Alberta! That's about as good as "going south"!
SuzyQ times 2 (not verified)
7 years ago
An excellent and apt extended literary metaphor, Carr lacking brains, Gordon Campbell lacking a heart, and a media manipulated NDP lacking courage. Gordon Campbell will NEVER have a heart, Carr's body would reject a brain, but the NDP (and the Tyee) CAN find the neccesary courage to win the next election. HINT: DON'T LET CANWEST MEDIA PLAY YOU LIKE A VIOLIN, THE WAY THEY DID HARCOURT, AND TO SOME EXTENT CLARK.
I believe that under another persona, I wrote a post along the lines of ripping away the curtain, to reveal the wizard of fraser institute, magical bafflegab behind, a treacherous, cowering little sneak, with a corporate fist up his puppet posterior, but never mind, sure hope the Tyee has the COURAGE to post this...
philster (not verified)
7 years ago
Good article, insightful and amusing. I look forward to the sputtering, frothing at the mouth responses from the "Tyee irregulars"
Kurt (not verified)
7 years ago
To paraphrase JM Barrie's Peter Pan, every time someone says they believe in (half-fast) ferries a little light flickers and dies inside a left-leaning voter... see postings elsewhere on site under views on ferry corp.
bk (not verified)
7 years ago
What a fun read, with excellent observations. I want more (clever writing, not BC politics).
bill pilgrim (not verified)
7 years ago
that was fun. i think dorothy was headed to alberta because the vancouver city council banned toto.
C-gull (not verified)
7 years ago
What a great story,I can't quit laughing, well done Will, good for you.
michael (not verified)
7 years ago
terrific stuff! i can't wait for the sequel - a may 18th release perhaps?
mcfur (not verified)
7 years ago
what's so clever? the story was written by a former conservative party consultant. no wonder he sent dorothy to alberta where there has been a conservative dynasty for decades. ralph klein heckles the homeless after having too much to drink and being the ruler of an oil rich province figures he has the right to complain about having to share with the rest of canada. why wasn't there more of a background on the author?
philster (not verified)
7 years ago
BK - I agree - more clever writing, less politics and less repetitive self-serving comment by "keyboard wankers".
Jim (not verified)
7 years ago
An article that's somewhat critical of the NDP on the Tyee.ca. Has hell frozen over? Mind you he had to criticize all parties in order to pull that one off.
moodie susanah (not verified)
7 years ago
Yes. And don't neglect to read of the TORRID PASSION, between myself and KURT, who has sufferred just TERRIBLY at the hands of the lower orders. Darling Gordon has just read the latest POLLS, the REAL ONES, not those released by Canwest which were so often taken in mostly in West Vancouver anyway and says the May 18 sequel will be entitled: "Kingdom of the Class Action Lawsuits," and laments considerably we have now left "The Planet of the Fraser Institute Cheap Special Effects,"...he has downed yet another picher of martini's and began to sing, "Daddy, I'll be home soon," to the tune of the Loving Spoonfull's "Darling, be home soon..." AND, Dear Gordon has lost his appetite, and is now down to a mere three pichers of martinis a day...Gordon is also VERY DEPRESSED about the RADIO TALK SHOW PHONE IN, and NEXT TIME vows to phone HIMSELF with a PRERECORDED MESSAGE, and tell himself just how wonderful he is..."I never LIKED surprises..." he keeps muttering over and over...Ah, this star-crossed, storm-tossed, ARABESQUE of life that makes my heart to pound like a steamhammmer in my breast...
Sue Clark (not verified)
7 years ago
It is really true that Gordon Campbell has a brain? Come on now!
Jeff Barkley (not verified)
7 years ago
What I read was another mindless "everybody is the same" pile of crap. The right wingers screw everyone terribly and then come back with this garbage to cover their asses. Why not actually research stories and tell the truth? Oh, thats right, the truth never really does much for the right wing so its much better to just write some fuzzy headed fantasy so you can still get cheap shots in at the individuals who put the people of BC ahead of their own personal fortunes. I'm sure there are many right wingers out there that just can't comprehend of people doing something just because its the correct, moral, thing to do...well, here's a news flash for you....you're wrong! There are many people who give their own time and money away to help the less fortunate at great cost to themselves...apparently you aren't one of them....
Groovypippin (not verified)
7 years ago
Will, I admit your story is somewhat clever, but I really find myself not having a lot of time for the McMartins and Spectors of the world whose position on every political issue is "Everyone is an idiot, except for me! I'm a freakin' genius! Clearly, every single decision not made or influenced by me must be a terrible one!". In your next column, why don't you tell us what you think our politicians ought to be doing so we can judge your political acuum for ourselves.
Fi (not verified)
7 years ago
Thank goodness Toto isn't a pitt bull...
Peter Dimitrov (not verified)
7 years ago
... ...one by one, silently arising from the mists, from the shadows, from the forests, from the ocean itself, till at least there were many...weavers....never before seen...in these lands. ....and then a whisper was heard inside their minds and hearts, a whisper that uttered a simple reminder: ... "the time is soon upon us to weave a new tapestry." ...but in so doing let us remember to cast aside ill-suited threads and colors adopted from foreign lands, strange threads with akward names such as "neo-liberalism", "privatization", "globalization", "ballistic missle defence", and "continental integration." ...let us also cast aside our "habits" of relying upon threads and colours only from the high office of the Premier, his inner cabinet, the offices of big business and big labor. ...Instead let us take our threads and colours from the peoples and regions thusfar excluded from the weaving...and there are many. ....So bring your favourite colours, your fine and coarse threads, your fabrics of differing materials, your creativity, your voice to sing as we weave. ... Together we can all join in. Have no doubt at all. A new tapestry can indeed must be woven in British Columbia.....and you, and you, and you, and I, and we, are the weavers. . ....and that new tapestry will be a fabric that better nurtures all of us, that heals old wounds, that brings us together, that allows us to respect our differences, that makes provision for sustainable balance within this our home. So, who will answer the call to weave this tapestry of homespun threads and multi-colours? --who will stand with me? ...will it be you, and you, and you, and you,.... and you, you, and us ...a new tapestry of greater political and economic democracy, of more equality, of a re-distribution of political power and wealth in this land. Dare to believe it is possible!
n (not verified)
7 years ago
Alberta can have her.
Ron Erwin (not verified)
7 years ago
Sue; not only brains but balls too.
Coyote (not verified)
7 years ago
"Will, I admit your story is somewhat clever, but I really find myself not having a lot of time for the McMartins and Spectors of the world whose position on every political issue is "Everyone is an idiot, except for me! I'm a freakin' genius!" writes Groovypip.
There has to be a serious ideological short circuit here! Heeeelp! I'm agreeing with Groovypippin on something-, that being McMartin and Spector. Their mere mention gives me a creepy feeling.
Somebody has been messing with the fabric of time itself. My confidence level is completely shattered.
That said, a clever, entirely enjoyable, and quite accurate bit of satire here. Uncomfortably accurate in some regards, especially when it came to the part about the Lion. (I'm less sure that Shirley doesn't have any brains, though something is certainly missing there. Hmmm. On second thought...) Campbell, of course, was too easy to nail down, I would think.
And then, of course, there is Peter Dimitrov, who is one of those with whom I seem to always agree. A good little piece of your own writing, brother. And Moodie Susanah, who can be quite a good satirical humourist in her own right.
A fun piece and a fun comments thread to read.
Groovypippin (not verified)
7 years ago
Now if only you would write something that I could agree with.... Just bash someone on the left and we'll call it even.
the ineluctable modality of the risible (not verified)
7 years ago
Whassa matter , groovey pimpin' the thrill of your tainted tax cut wearing thin? Here's a good and accurate criticism of the left: it sometimes makes mistakes, but generallly has good intentions. And NOW, for an accurate and fair criticism of the right: The right has the blood of millions on their hands, will lie about anything, and basically NEEDS TO BE SUED FOR ITS LAST DIME!! THERE you go! And while gordon Campbell has "brains," unforyunately they're lodged up his ass. What part of Gordon Campbell's "courage" impressed you the most, Mr Irwin, his fearlessness in attacking little old ladies, or his manly assaults on disabled children, and inner school children?? Speak up, Mr Irwin, be A MAN for once in your life!!
Moodie Susanah (not verified)
7 years ago
Wanna go shopping, groovy pimpin'...?
no giggles here (not verified)
7 years ago
huh?? this is tawdry satire, at best. Dressed like a cheesecake it's actually all cheese ... McMuffin could've served up a real article that discussed and illuminated the leader's foibles and vulnerabilities in ways that even they might have benefitted from. Instead we got grade 9-level drivel. Next time, do us all a favour and check out the real masters of satire like Mencken, Orwell, Swift, and even Fotheringham before foisting your puerile thoughts on us.
Ben Swift (not verified)
7 years ago
Lewis Swift thanks you for the compliment. Mr McMartin has crafted an EXCEllENT and apt, extended literary metaphor, one that details accurately the political situation in BC. If YOU think it's so puerile, POST YOUR OWN. You won't because you lack both the capacity and the intelligence. The only criticism I would offer is that the NDP needs only find A LITTLE BIT MORE COURAGE and we can win the next election, for unlike campbell we do have hearts and we've already shown we have SOME courage, we just need a little more...
Nationalist (not verified)
7 years ago
I'm clicking my heels and saying to my self, "their's no place like home" but its not working the tin man is still chopping the trees and the lion is hiding in the trees and the scarecrow still has no brains.. "HELP ME TOTO!" I don't think we're in BC anymore, it seems more like rightwinged redneck Alberta or even worse it could be the evil kingdom of bush..
fly (not verified)
7 years ago
When is the article on Vinn Prenning (sp?) coming to the tyee? CBC pundits note that this act of TERMINAL STUPITY will cost the BC LIARS thousands of votes from ethnic communities in over 20 CRITICAL RIDINGS IN BC, CBC ONLINE SEEMS TO HAVE KILLED THIS STORY ALREADY...POLITICAL PRESSURE??
bud carlos (not verified)
7 years ago
Now here we have McMartin making the naive assumption that some of the pinkos are able to find humour in politics (and/or life). Geez, Will, you know they want only agony, misery, recitations of bitterness, anger and horror. For God's sake humour them (?) with a few anecdotes of underdog repression and maybe some trivia about the horrid right (hey, you can mention the Fraser Institute) so that they find something of merit in your musings and thus will perhaps spare us their propensity to rant-by-rote.
FLY (not verified)
7 years ago
There, there, mr carlos, SLEEP NOW, Gord LOVES you, and all the NASTY things he's going to do to YOU if he get's relected, (unless you're in the wealthiest 5%) are for your own gooddddduuuuuuhhhhhhh....
Sue Clark (not verified)
7 years ago
Bud, you are totally wrong about the left's sense of humour. We get a good laugh when we read the nonsense that you write about progressives. It is usually the extreme right wing, such as yourself, who lack a sense of humour. Look up "authoritarian personality" and you will find yourself there.
Steve O (not verified)
7 years ago
I think this would have made for a better analogy if you had the media portrayed as the flying monkeys that swoop in and hurl feces at anyone travelling down the election campaign trail.
,,,,,, (not verified)
7 years ago
Heh, heh...
O-wee-O (not verified)
7 years ago
Will, An interesting piece. To push the analogy, Who is the Wicked Witch of the east? Ottawa, no doubt. Who is the great Oz? Your readers think the Fraser Institute. Do you? What are the ruby slippers that bring Dorothy back to Kansas? Electoral reform a la Gordon Gibson. Who is auntie 'Em and uncle Clem? Social Credit? There were 12 Oz books in all. Plenty of material left to mine, metaphorically speaking. O-wee-O