Sooo. Anarchy!
The Government collapsed the other day. No, seriously. It was minority government (meaning that no party held the majority of seats in parliament, but the one with the most seats sat as government) and they've pretty much been, well, crappy. There's this whole scandal thing that has something to do with a lot of money and our former Prime Minister (who I actually liked, really, especially in his latter years when he moved towards legal pot, gay marriage and openly mocked Bush). I'm not all that political, really, so the details of the sponsorship scandal kind of elude me. This guy I know said I should read the report, and I told him he was out of his gourd. "If I want to read bad fiction," I told him, "I'll pick up a John Grisham book."
So anyway, back when I was in Italy, my mother was giving me constant updates on the political turmoil. They had a no-confidence vote (which means that parliament lost confidence in the ability of Martin's teeny weeny government to lead the country anywhere but down the crapper) but they lost, and everything stayed the same. But then they voted Monday night and the Government collapsed, chest heaving, drooling slightly.
Not that anyone was surprised.
This means two things: One, the Christmas season, which already borders on the obscene, will be profaned more by the constant political shitstirring brought on by a late January election, and Two, the Liberals are just going to have another minority government cause God Forbid the Tories get in, and the Bloc and NDP have the same chance of winning that I do.
Paul Martin is a schlub. He looks like a schlub. Or a vaguely overripe potato. He's smarmy, but not in that intelligent, charming way of Bill Clinton. Stephen Harper is some sort of minor league antichrist (all the horns, none of the brimstone to back it up). I like Jack Leighton, but it's not like those damned Prairie people will ever vote NDP. They have too much money they don't want to spend on Trees and healthcare. If the Tories had a better leader, they might actually win. If the Liberals didn't fuck up so bad, they'd probably have a better chance too. Oh, and if they didn't have a brown vegetable running things. If Jack Leighton was a Liberal, we'd be set.
All in all, I don't care. I'll vote, and I'll vote NDP (which is going to do the same amount of good in the election as drawing a stick figure of Martin sucking off a stick figure of Harper on the ballot would). Then something will happen, and I will barely register the change on my shock-o-meter.
So anyway, back when I was in Italy, my mother was giving me constant updates on the political turmoil. They had a no-confidence vote (which means that parliament lost confidence in the ability of Martin's teeny weeny government to lead the country anywhere but down the crapper) but they lost, and everything stayed the same. But then they voted Monday night and the Government collapsed, chest heaving, drooling slightly.
Not that anyone was surprised.
This means two things: One, the Christmas season, which already borders on the obscene, will be profaned more by the constant political shitstirring brought on by a late January election, and Two, the Liberals are just going to have another minority government cause God Forbid the Tories get in, and the Bloc and NDP have the same chance of winning that I do.
Paul Martin is a schlub. He looks like a schlub. Or a vaguely overripe potato. He's smarmy, but not in that intelligent, charming way of Bill Clinton. Stephen Harper is some sort of minor league antichrist (all the horns, none of the brimstone to back it up). I like Jack Leighton, but it's not like those damned Prairie people will ever vote NDP. They have too much money they don't want to spend on Trees and healthcare. If the Tories had a better leader, they might actually win. If the Liberals didn't fuck up so bad, they'd probably have a better chance too. Oh, and if they didn't have a brown vegetable running things. If Jack Leighton was a Liberal, we'd be set.
All in all, I don't care. I'll vote, and I'll vote NDP (which is going to do the same amount of good in the election as drawing a stick figure of Martin sucking off a stick figure of Harper on the ballot would). Then something will happen, and I will barely register the change on my shock-o-meter.