Cast Your Crumpets
I actually threw up in my mouth. No fooling. That's not a metaphor. Just an involuntary visceral reaction to the appalling level of shame and disgust I feel in my country.
I tried to prepare myself, with the polls, but you just can't. You want to believe people can't be that hateful or stupid. Ever. There's always endless proof that humanity isn't decent, or even sane, but still. Sometimes, it hits you with fresh surprise just how out of reason they can go, what kind of sickness and cruelty they can embrace, and for what ridiculous excuses.
I have a friend who grew up in Sask who tries to tell me the West are not raving loons. She insists that they vote for utterly scary hate-spewing whackjobs because the whackjobs say that West has been ignored too long, and they'll vote for a vicious zombie who is gnawing the flesh off eveyone's bones, even theirs, as long as he promises they'll be special as he destroys them. It's the same ol' thing as Quebec and the Bloc, where the braintrusts say they vote for the Bloc, but, no, it's not a vote for separation. The bad stuff will never happen! They don't mean it!
Accept it. Ontario and Quebec will always have the power, because they have the population. The rest of us, will stay the rest of us. Of course, Quebec refuses to believe they're special ENOUGH, but that's whole 'nother chunk off the fruitcake.
But. Oh you wanted change, oh you'll get it. You'll choke on it. If Harper can get the Bloc on his side, but since they want to destroy the Federal government, no matter who's sitting on it, that might prove a tad trisksy.
Oh, we've had some dipwads in power. And yeah, Martin was one of them. He was a creep who got power by Richard-the-third-ing his way to the seat. But if you're annoyed at your butterknife, the solution is not to throw yourself--and others--into a woodchipper.
Way to go. Throw a chilly yet rabid fanatical fundamentalist homophobic racist in, that will teach 'em! We haven't had it this bad since, well, ever. Except for William Lyon Mackenzie King, who was the fun insane dude who threw Japanese Canadians into camps.
I'd move, I wish I could, but where would I go? Bush owns the world, and now he owns my country too. We're going to be #2 butt-monkey. Blair will always be #1, and we have no military, but Bush and Harper will be frenching by noon.
I wonder if I can convert the shed into a bomb shelter...