Monday, October 31, 2005
Sometimes, Politics makes me want to drown myself.
Yeah...like daytimes and nighttimes.
So, here's what I have to look forward to this week/month/lifetime:
1. In the United States, fundamentalist christians will get into a shrill screaming argument with noisy liberals over the Supreme Court nomination of Judge Alito. The majority of Americans will, I'm sure, sigh softly to themselves and wonder where their government went.
2. In Canada, two crotchety liberal patriarchs will sling mud at each other with the Conservative (read: non-entity) party will dance around and try desperately to get on a train to electability. Bad news, boys. The train just went of the rails in Chatham. Meanwhile, the majority of Canadians will, I'm sure, sigh softly to themselves and wonder where their government went.
Good grief. I'm getting rather tired of the same old dog and pony show, on both sides of the 49th. Ah well. Perhaps it is always darkest before dawn, and a new era of vision-laden issue-based politics is right around the corner. Hmmmm. And while I'm dreaming, I'd like a learjet. ¶ 2:37 p.m.
So, here's what I have to look forward to this week/month/lifetime:
1. In the United States, fundamentalist christians will get into a shrill screaming argument with noisy liberals over the Supreme Court nomination of Judge Alito. The majority of Americans will, I'm sure, sigh softly to themselves and wonder where their government went.
2. In Canada, two crotchety liberal patriarchs will sling mud at each other with the Conservative (read: non-entity) party will dance around and try desperately to get on a train to electability. Bad news, boys. The train just went of the rails in Chatham. Meanwhile, the majority of Canadians will, I'm sure, sigh softly to themselves and wonder where their government went.
Good grief. I'm getting rather tired of the same old dog and pony show, on both sides of the 49th. Ah well. Perhaps it is always darkest before dawn, and a new era of vision-laden issue-based politics is right around the corner. Hmmmm. And while I'm dreaming, I'd like a learjet. ¶ 2:37 p.m.
