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I’ll Take Mine Scrambled
I have a lot to talk about, yet I have nothing to talk about. I’ve been home fours days in the last two and a half months, so I haven’t washed my underwear, let alone collect my thoughts. I’m ok with my job, but I hate my job but can tolerate it all at the same time. My future is murky, yet if I look over the horizon it’s bright and clear.
I’m really confused. I’m even more tired.
Here’s what’s on my mind:
They’re all lying bastids. They keep talking about healthcare and education (and now, Daycare!), but they just want to stay at the trough. How about just saying “we’re a bunch of theives, and we tried to pay off a lot of folks in Quebec and elsewhere and, hoo boy, did it backfire”. How about admitting that the current election has nothing to do with better government, and everything to do with thinking you’re in a better position that 18 months ago, and you’re willing to roll the dice to get a payoff ’cause someone else pays for the ante. How about focusing on paring back the insanely large adminstrative monster that is the root cause of a lot of the high costs of services? That’s where we can actually afford to cut back, and really, why do you need six layers of singatures to get one thing accomplished? Don’t offer $1200 for “daycare” expenses in the form of a cheque, just say “I’ll pay YOU $1200 if you vote for me” - it levels the tables so I can get in on it, too. Oh, and thanks for making us go through this all over again in our name, when we pretty clearly said “don’t”.
It’s time to go. I have no room to grow, I am treated like a child, doing what I was doing as a much younger lad, and separated from the rest of my breathen by a firewall. I like my peers, but the point of the “V” can’t be bothered to check over their shoulder to see if eveyone else is still along for the ride. I have to deliver on promises other people keep, which I could handle if I had some involvement on how the delivery would be made. I have been home for exactly nine garbage days since moving into my new home in April delivering on thoise promises. For those not keeping track, that means I’ve been out and about away from home for almost 6 months of the time before work and the time after work (i.e. personal time) since this nonsense began. S’ok though, I’m looking for the little stripey handle and will pull before impact (I hope).
Ok, there’s a lot to like. The short-handed play makes for a lot more goals. The shootouts actually are exciting, and no one seems to be getting reamed too much from them. It’s a faster game, with a lot more special teams, and it’s moderately enjoyable time-to-time. However. Who is the genius who came up with the schedule? I’m really, really sick of seeing the Sens/Leafs/Bruins play each other night after night after night. Those rivaly meetings used to be special, because of the anticipation, not the frequency. Now those games are routine. Routine is boring, like a scheduled romp every second wed night (although I will admit that, for me, that’d be a marked improvement). Ramming something down someones throat doesn’t taste good, so please abandon this course of action next year.
You wanna go? Go. I love ya, and am a son of ya. However, I’m tired of you blaming your economic ruin and social malaise on les anglais and the evil that it is. The provincial and municipal governments have a lot more power in Quebec than the feds do, and maybe you should have a peek at the government you voted for instead of everyone else. Culture is what it is (hint: “it” is not language), and can’t successfully be legislated. I remember as a kid driving down the 40 and all the companies from Laval through to downtown being a directory of who’s who in the Fortune 500. You had the biggest fricking port in North America. Then, you tried to dictate how people would talk, read, and act in their line of business, regardless of the effect on it. It doesn’t work, will never work, and never should have been brought up. English Canada isn’t the source of the problems, and demanding that they pander to self-determined needs while repeatedly pissing all over them has worn thin. Go if you want to, but remember it won’t be on your terms and that some other folks may also lay claim to the land you think is yours.
Over the next three years, could you all do me a huge favour and put aside $7 a week? At the end of those three years you’ll have enough for the $1000 it’ll cost to run in the next election. I’ll be running with you, and we’ll make and have a party. God knows we don’t want the job, but it’d be nice to provide an unviable alternative, and if we can’t get 2% of the vote then we really don’t deserve the grand back. We could also go for breaking the Rhino’s record and make 1 promise per 10 seconds (it doesn’t matter which) as our platform. When we win we can take over the world and rig it so the parties become the anti-parties, and are thus named poopers. With a strategy like that, how can we go wrong? All we’d have to do is convince Mercer he’d make a good speaker of the house. Who’s with me?
Forget “Don’t be evil,” just try sticking to “Don’t be hypocritical.”
Have you noticed the only place they ask for your photo ID these days is right before you get on the plane? I’m sure the gate agent dealing with the throng of people who want to GET ON THE PLANE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE SITTING HERE ANY LONGER WOULD SUCK will be taking a real close look. All the one I saw today did was make sure my name matched the name on my ID. I could so photoshop either or. But hey, we’ver covered that off, so now there’s no illusion of security, I just wonder what the hell the point is. Oh, and why is it that Canadian security takes four times as long to clear me through their lines? I understand work is social, but having a conversation about the quantity of vaseline a passenger you cleared through and laughing about it while a tonne of people wait is probably not good time management.
Pearson still sucks. Hard.
I’m not of the opinion that Anne Murray is a Canadian treasure. However, I’d be willing to apply that monkier if we got to bury her.
Have I mentioned I’m tired? Here’s to a lack of sleep, lack of judgement, lack of beer, and an RFP that’s due the Friday before Christmas. Can you spare a beer?
Have a great Christmas, Chanukah, Festivus, Kwanzaa, or however you celebrate Friends, Family, and Faith.
Kev Needham
December 20, 2005
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December 21st, 2005 at 1:29 am
So what can you do when all the choices on the ballot suck? Spoil the ballot? Have you noticed they don’t even report the count of spoiled ballots anymore. Doesn’t send a message.
Have you ever voted FOR somebody? I haven’t. It’s always been against somebody.
What I want to see it a “fire the whole lot of greedy bastards and try again” box on the ballot.
December 22nd, 2005 at 1:08 pm
Gord, please don’t vote against people.
It just encourages the slimy bastard you did vote for.
Better not to vote at all. (That always gets reported.)
February 19th, 2006 at 6:32 pm
anne murray rocks