The horses are in the starting gates
Here in North America, we eat our politicians raw, with a bit of sauce on the side. Doesn’t matter what level of government, or what the stripe, we know far too much about them before, during and after the electoral process. Pity it doesn’t stop my neighbours from electing idiots to powerful positions, but that’s for another time.
To the south, both major parties have had their conventions, and we know what names will be on the bumper stickers for the next few seasons. Someday, they’ll even qualify as collectibles in an eBay auction. And even though we don’t get to vote, up here in Canada we’ll receive just as much information as if we were doomed to pulling levers in a curtained booth for the rest of eternity.
Only this week, we’ve learned who the running mates will be for both sides. In the case of the McCain crowd, CNN reveals that he’s only met the woman on one occasion, before offering her the shotgun seat. Talk about being smitten! Meanwhile, Obama has chosen a partner that is quite familiar with the idea of “believing I am meant to be president”, as he has been trying for the nod since 1988. That shows a lot of stamina and self-confidence (polite way of pronouncing hubris). But then again, anyone who wants to be president has to be a self-actualized individual (current person as rebuttal).
There’s an undercurrent of election fever up here, too. The current minority man wants to spend a lot of money to reaffirm his place as the one that Canadians don’t trust. Too bad that’s it involves MY money.
