And so here we are. Tomorrow, across the Great White North, voters will go to the polls (at least those who bother doing so). They'll have to choose the candidate they like in their riding, and the party they agree with. Or, more realistically, which of these morons is least likely to screw the pooch royally.
My dislike for Herr Harperfuhrer is pretty well established by this point. Not to say I'm a fan of the opposition either, of course. And so I'll have to do my democratic duty, vote for a party I don't like to start with, and hope that the schoolyard thug doesn't get a majority.
I'll next blog on Thursday, for a couple of reasons. One's to catch up on blog reading elsewhere. The other is to give myself a few days... the next blog will deal with the aftermath of this mayhem and chaos we call a Canadian election campaign.
By this time Tuesday, I'll either be annoyed in the extreme if a majority happens, or deeply relieved if it's a minority. If it's the latter, Herr Harperfuhrer will have failed a third time to capture a majority and will look for an early retirement. And Mr. Personality Deprived Iggy will be doing the same.
Anyway, until next we meet, the editorial cartoonists have been busy. Oh, and if little Stephen and his cabal of right wing nutbars and flying monkeys happen to read this blog (one never knows, what with his control freak ways), well...
Hey, Stevie... bite me.