Having spent half my life in a clear, blue sea (Alberta), I now find myself in a pool of uniquely Torontonian self-absorbtion and intolerance at one depth and an attitude of "What's in it for me?" at another. At even greater depths - indifference with a wish for a pox on all of them.
I'm jotting this post late Friday and admit to some trepidation for the future of Canada. This, at a time when we are poised to build a country that is self-sustaining and on the verge of potential prosperity.
At this particular time, I believe there is nothing of greater importance than the care and feeding of a fiscally-conservative economic approach. In other words: the process in which The Conservative Party has been engaged until the cynically-motivated and calculated dissolution of Parliament.
My hope for Monday is that traditional Liberal supporters who would rather step on a poisonous snake than see Smilin' Jack take over the driver's seat with an unlimited chequbook will instead - take a few, small steps a little to the Right and retain some sanity for the country.
Asking NDP-supporters to "snap out of it" is, I already understand, asking for too much of a leap. They still figure there's a Free Lunch out here. Any meals, after this nightmare scenario, will be paid for by me - whether I like the menu or not.
