Wednesday, September 11, 2019
40 Days - May They Fly
I don't like election campaigns. Well, if you're assigned to cover one the overtime's great but it's a lousy spectator sport unless you like a non-stop barrage of horseshit. They'll be shoveling that stuff aplenty, an endless conveyor of compostable pucks.
Finally you'll get to your designated poll, cast your ballot and let the counting ensue.
Only then, after the winner is pronounced, will the full measure of the lies you've been fed emerge. Like Harper's "transparency" and "accountability" or his successor's whoppers about electoral reform, social licence, First Nations engagement among others.
That's when you'll know you've been had and there's f@#k all you can do about it. You put your X on the slip of paper, now sit down and shut up until the liars summon you again in four years. Will it be another Liberal shit show or a Conservative shit show? Who knows?
All I know is, on the greatest threat facing our country and Canada's future, it'll be another four years squandered. Isn't that something? We're facing a genuinely existential threat, one that's coming on hard and fast, and the best we can come up with is Justin! Goodgawdamn!
For those of you deluded enough to believe Canada needs a Trudeau or a Scheer well fill your boots. You've got 40 days to indulge your self-righteous indignation. Life's not fair for you. I get it. I'm sorry.