What if we run out of spuds?
Politics is like chess. You sacrifice your pawn, try to get the knight or the bishop into position, deliver the match. Today, a big name from QC left the safety of the crowd (the opposition), determined to start his own party and spawn a new match. In reality, he has pretty much, helped his friends to concede the current game, and the next one. However, come another cycle (typically four years) and the proposed game is open. Unfortunately, there’s a dark castle lurking. He “whose name we dare not speak” could return. After all, he’ll only be sixty-four (isn’t that the same number as the squares on the board?)
I’m going to watch things unfold. I may not get to sleep at night, but any hallucinations will have a physical excuse.
Crisis unfolding, on another front. There’s a potato shortage, right here at home. The “fry shacks” are unable to buy bags of spuds, and harvest is weeks away. Never fear; the big names have access to lots of frozen stock, but for the fresh cut crowd, the next few weeks might be iffy. Not good news for those who enjoy ketchup, vinegar and mayo as baseline condiments.
Take note: the provincial minister of potatoes says that this is unfounded. In US terms, fake news, serving only to drive the price up. I wonder if he has his own reserves set by, waiting for those Yukon Gold to be worth real gold. Anything is possible. Around here, we tend to buy bags of tiny rounds, which the fry business abhors.
