‘The door is open’

As a certain pathetic, dodgy and often-questionable blog predicted, rates are going down two weeks from tomorrow. Circle the date, kids. June 5th. The easing cycle begins, after 10 hikes, a 23-year rate high, a 1,900% increase in the Bank of Canada policy marker and months on hold while the economy was milked by the elevated cost of money.

In case you missed it, headline inflation has withered to 2.7%. That’s three months now within the CB’s target range of 1-3%, and down mightily from 8.1% two years ago. It’s a win for Tiff – the guy whose head the leader of her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition wanted on a stick. Good thing that went nowhere. It’s a lesson in imprudence.

Anyway, here is (a) the latest and (b) some graphic evidence why it had to happen.

All measures of core inflation have plopped. They’re back at levels unseen since everybody looked fetching in face masks in mid-2021. At that point the cost of money was in the ditch, real estate was going ballistic and nobody was even talking about a rate increase, let alone ten of them. Ah, we were so cute and innocent with our optimism Covid would soon end, the office towers would fill and mortgages forever stay sub-2%.

The big economists are all lining up quickly today behind our rate-chop June prediction.

“A persistently softer economic backdrop in Canada (declining per-capita GDP and rising unemployment rate) increases the odds that price growth will continue to slow,” says RBC. The case for interest rate cuts from the Bank of Canada continues to build, with today’s report in line with our own base case for a first cut in June.”

And here’s BeeMo’s Doug Porter: “Chalk another one up for the doves, with four consecutive tame readings to start 2024. There is really no debate that monetary policy is tight in Canada, and that it is now consistently weighing on underlying inflation… We believe that the door is open for a BoC rate cut, and we have been leaning to June move for the past six months.”

Meanwhile the boys at CIBC capital markets are going even further – multiple cuts by Christmas. “There doesn’t appear to be a good reason not to cut interest rates at the next meeting in June. We continue to forecast a first reduction at that meeting, with a total of four 25bp cuts before the end of the year.”

Well, a quarter-point drop in two weeks seems baked in. The bank prime will fall below 7% for the first time this year. Mortgages are on their way into 4% territory. And at least one bank says the CB rate will plunge a full 1% within six months. That’s big, chunky news. Will it ignite the real estate market again? Or are prices so nosebleed-crazy that chopping home loan rates by even 1% won’t bring buyers flooding back?

We’ll see. Humans are weird.

Meanwhile, we do know this: current rates are kicking the crap out of every political promise that’s been made in the past year about building a slew more houses in the dubious, unproven theory this will make them cheaper. The tighter-money monetary policy of the central bank has done exactly the job it was designed for. Price escalation has dropped, taking with it buyer confidence. The resale real estate sector is hurting. The new-home business is dying.

The news this week is grim, with construction levels in Ontario and beyond literally collapsing as builders and buyers alike struggle with financing charges. Housing starts last month plopped 37% across the country’s largest province, says CMHC. In the sprawling GTA (where the bulk of immigrants land) new-builds are down 38%. Ottawa saw 58% less construction activity. And poor Hamilton/Burlington had an unprecedented 91% decline.

CMHC – the very agency telling politicians we need 3.5 million new homes within the next six years (never happening) now says starts will “continue to trend down.” Not up. In fact last month across all of Ontario only 5,500 new housing units were being put up, the least in six years. Sales of new condos are at a 15-year low. Over sixty new developments in the GTA alone, containing twenty thousand more condos, have been cancelled. There are 22,000 new, unsold, unloved, unoccupied units available.

The boss of the Residential Construction Council of Ontario is quoted in today’s media as saying this: “Sales have fallen dramatically, starts are falling, housing supply is going to fall and it’s going to get worse. Sometimes you’ve got to hit bottom before you can start building back up again, and we haven’t hit the bottom yet.”

So, there will be about a fifth fewer homes built this year than in 2023. Since then governments have spent more than $8 billion trying to prime the construction pump, doled out money to municipalities to ‘fast-track’ building, blown up local neighbourhood zoning protections, hiked taxes on non-resident buyers, brought in anti-flip levies, launched a crazy first-home savings vehicle and assured everyone – repeatedly, in dozens of events – that crops of new homes would sprout like shrooms making middle-class ownership a reality.

But here we are. It failed. Houses are not only going begging, but unbuilt. And it’s all because of the conflict between monetary and fiscal policies. The CB wanted to slow things down to kill inflation. Politicians wanted to stay in power, telling people to wait, promising unicorns. Tiff won.

Now what?

Rates in Canada will start to decline in two weeks, the Bay Streeters say. This will be in advance of Fed cuts in the States. Our dollar will fall a bit (but not disastrously). Bond yields will go down (already happening) and prices up. Mortgages will slowly descend. That should spur resale housing sales (and average values), but it will take much more, and much longer, to rekindle construction.

In short, is the ‘housing crisis’ worse?

Good job, government.

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Pay up

Moving costs a bundle. In 2022 Dorothy and I relocated back to the Big Smoke, where I returned to my office in the clouds, perched over Bay Street.

So, there were moving costs – the truck and the crew; legal expenses – the lawyer; selling costs – the realtor commission; personal costs – transporting a vehicle and flights. All legit stuff, as far as the CRA is concerned. It came, in total, to over a hundred grand.

Yeah, moving sucks. But at least, I told my squeeze, we’re able to deduct most of this from my taxable income.

So I filed my 56-page tax return for the year (actually the accountant did), claimed the expenses, included the receipts and figured the Caada Revenue Agency – of which I was once the head – would be satisfied and impressed.

Then this arrived.

It was from Bob Hamilton, the Commissioner of Revenue, saying the entire claim was dismissed for want of a letter from my company confirming the move was indeed authorized and necessary.

Of course, I requested and obtained that letter. My accountant then filed a Notice of Objection, which was 28 pages in length.

Meanwhile pesky Bob was at it again. He sent me this:

The decision then: send $57,960 and hope Bob accepted my objection, applying the wad to next year’s tax bill, or keep my money, await the decision and have to pay interest and penalty on the disputed amount in care he didn’t?

I gambled. Ten months later came gthe response. Not a total win, but the bill went down to less than fifteen hundred bucks. I paid.

There are lessons.

First, even if you happened to have been Minister of National Revenue and the supreme political commander of 35,000 CRA employees, there’s no respite. These days the feds are desperate for tax revenues, with a $40 billion annual shortfall, a $1.3 trillion debt and interest charges that swamp what Ottawa pays for our health care.

Chrystia’s April budget included a plan to massively increase the CRA’s audit powers, and in excess of three million taxpayers (out of the 18 million who actually pay some tax – 10 million pay nothing) will be getting a letter from Bob saying their return is under review, or has been reassessed. So, we’re all targets. Don’t try any funny stuff, or risk being spanked.

Second, get a pro to do your taxes if you’re remotely like me – with employment income, business expenses, a B&D portfolio pumping out various forms of returns plus life events, such as moving. As I said, my T1 is routinely over fifty pages in length. The complexity is mind-blowing, and even with sophisticated tax return software (and my knowledge), mistakes are easy to make.

Third, if the tax guys get it wrong, or you feel unfairly targeted, object. Do not ignore the agency’s mail (and ensure you use myCRA to create an account) and respond within 30 days. Or, better, have your accountant do it. The objection is a formal document, filed in a specific way and must be truthful, factual and fulsome.

Who gets reviewed?

Anybody. Some people are selected at random. Others with a history of tax issues will be flagged. So will those who file returns missing data provided to the CRA independently by employers or banks.

Worse than a review, of course, is an audit. That’s when Chrystia sends someone to mouse through records, books and personal history and circumstances to sniff out abuse, deception, incompetence or failure to comply. Audits can be triggered by a lot of things, like a mismatch between personal and HST returns. Or owning a rental property on which you claim sustained losses. Or using a principal residence capital gains tax exemption on an unqualified property sale. Or driving a Lambo when you work as a barista. Or maybe a disgruntled former employee smeared you on the CRA snitchline.

The best possible policy in this age of hungry, ravenous tax cops is to be truthful. Pony up what you owe. Don’t be cute. Never try to game the system. You likely won’t win (and remember the CRA can go back six or seven years to ferret out wrongs). And if your financial affairs are out of the norm (one T4, an RRSP, tax-free account and some interest on your bank account) pay for an accountant. Especially if you’re self-employed. Or have a corporation.

Bob’s coming for you.

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