There’s a provincial election in full swing. There’s a debate on tv right now. I’m not watching it.
Oh, don’t go there. Yes, I’m voting. Yes, I already know who I’m going to vote for. Watching a gaggle of politicians on tv is only likely to convince me not to vote. I prefer to be able to give them a little credibility, in ignorance, rather than be stripped of any hope for the province’s future by watching the party leaders have a moderated cat fight on air.
It gets better. There may soon be a federal election. Oh goody. Again, I already know who I’ll vote for. But this one’ll be a mud slinger to end all mud slingers and I really and truly do not want to have to witness it. If the Conservative party manages to force an early election, despite the fact that all polls are showing the majority of the population wants to wait until the outcome of the Gomery enquiry, we’ll have back-to-back votes on our hands.
Sigh. I guess it’s like ripping the band-aid off quickly.
So, as a protest, I’m going on vacation. Okay, it’s only for two nights in Tofino, but it’s not cheap, so I’m counting it as a real vacation. The housesitter’s booked, the pets have been warned and I’ll be off to bury my head in the post-election sand along the west coast of Vancouver Island. Damned politicians – it’s costing me more than just tax dollars to deal with them; I now need holidays from the government, too.