In comparison with the bulk of humanity, Canadians have things pretty good. And I am inclined to think that in late March, few have it as good as those Canadians who live in
It has been over a decade since I lived in the
Unfortunately, the next six weeks will see four grey-haired nincompoops named Stephen, Michael, Jack and Gilles bombarding us with messages of how life isn’t so good in Canada, how messed-up things are, and how only they and their power-hungry followers can set things right. The mere thought of our new federal election campaign makes me feel queasier than did the rough landing at
While none of the parties have any particular causes or programs to tell us about, that could turn out to be a good thing. In fact, it’s a great opportunity. If the politicians have no good ideas, I know lots of us non-politicians who do. So instead of them telling us all the great things they’re going to do for us, as is usually the case, we have a chance to tell them what we want done. It’s going to be a close vote in many ridings, and they’re going to be scrambling for every single vote. And every one of us who is not wedded to any particular party needs to be saying loudly, clearly, and daily over the next six weeks: If you want my vote, here’s what you’re going to need to do to get it [insert your best idea here]. And if you, the candidate, promise to do what I ask, I promise to come out and vote for you, and I promise to badger my friends and family members to vote, too. And I also promise to remember your promise, and to send you packing for good next time if you fail to keep your promise.
My own idea for making life in
Life is good in