21st
November
2008
In the flesh and at my door
My sense of detachment from “my politicians” approaches absolute. Even though I first voted over half a lifetime ago, I’ve never been in the same room as a federal or provincial prime minister, or within hailing distance of anyone wearing the ceremonial chains of municipal governance. My votes are cast into a black hole. Sadly, all I have to serve as proof of the existence of politicians is a tax bill and the associated ache.
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