The Writ, She Has Dropped
The writ in question is an election order, and depending on whom you listen to, either the Prime Minister or the Governor General "drops" it.
I suspect it's the G-G, done at the behest of the PM. But my attention span has reached its limit on this issue.
So, if nothing changes I expect to vote for the Liberals.
That ranting and raving you heard from me up until sometime last summer?
Including, during the last campaign, a rant on national television, which I never saw but some of my friends did, much to my embarrassment.
What happened was, I was minding my own business at my bowling league when in marched a bunch of people carrying very heavy objects and very bright lights. And microphones.
They claimed to be from CTV and wanted to get a feel for what people were thinking, and what better place than a bowling centre on a weeknight in May 2004.
Of course I need no excuse to get started especially if someone actually wants to know what I think, so I started in on my "Liberals are corrupt, we need a change, clean house, yadda yadda, I might even vote for the Bloc to teach them a lesson" speech.
Next thing I know, Jed Kahane is in front of me, holding a microphone in my face. D'oh.
This was before the resurgence of the separatist cause, and my riding has always gone overwhelmingly Liberal, I say in my defense.
As it turned out, I voted for neither the Liberals nor the Bloc, nor the Green Party as most of my family did. I plead the fifth (can I do that here?) on whom I actually did vote for but it was a protest vote and they had no chance of winning. The seat remained Liberal.
This time it will be partially a "there's no one else to vote for" thing, and partially a "I really DO want the Liberals to win" thing. In Quebec it's a two party race and the Bloc looks way more threatening than they did two years ago.
Plus, Paul Martin is no Jean Chretien.
So I look forward to an entertaining winter of nasty rhetoric, blogging, election signs becoming missiles in the snowstorms, and lots of Mike Duffy. I just love him especially in the ads when they have him say, "Just Watch Me." Swoon.
(No that wasn't sarcasm, I really do have a killer crush on him!)
And when that's all over, the Winter Olympics, for a kinder, gentler sort of competition.
More to follow, where I learn a new bad French word while waiting in line at WalMart.