And finally, the snow jokes are falling everywhere
The rise and fall of a political force; today the Bloc dropped from seven members in their caucus to three. The others have opted for independence of a sort, by sitting as independents. A shift of monumental proportions for a group that once held the power seat of “official opposition” with a heady fifty-four seats. Seek the thorn, and you find that it sits beyond the rail; in another legislature.
Meanwhile, in the race to rule (Ontario rules), the run-up to the race has dropped an important contestant. The former party leader, pushed to the curb by the internal wranglings of the group, tried (and failed) to get a place in the search for a new leader. With that, the election railroad has given a clear track to the other parties, and the outcome of their next election is now open to guesswork.
Down south, another couple of important figures in the White House have decided to change professions. One lost his “right” to see the secret stuff, and another decided that miscommunication comes with a cost. The rest of us are sitting, with our sacks of virtual popcorn, waiting for the next twist in this tale.
And finally, (there is no finally, actually), I’ve spent the afternoon enjoying the weather jokes coming out of the UK and Ireland. A winter storm, where bread has taken on new symbolism (much like here, when a storm is announced). I wonder, what did the countries fixate over, in the good old days? And yes, you should invest in some plows…
