Even though I missed the first round
One bad session before the cameras does not a campaign make (or break), but this was not a red-letter day for the leader of the blue team. I arrived too late for the debate this evening, due to work committments, but when son #2 meets me on the street to say how badly things are going, the show has made an impression; my children are no longer apolitical.
I’m going to have to find a webcast or something similar, because I love the stab and grab of good politics. There’s still tomorrow, but I want to have the whole picture. After all, language has finally become an important issue in our political forest. There’s precious little policy before the voting public; it’s a battle of who looks shiny and sleek. Should we buy into a sedan, or a hybrid, or a two seater coupe, or a scooter, or a delivery truck for the next few years in Ottawa? Will it even be a few years, or will the famous fixed election law serve to trip up the next parliament?
Last evening, it was the turn of the pundits at 22 Minutes, and I loved it. Mock ’em again, team. The new version of the alphabet bears repetition, in case you missed it…
“Anyone But Conservative Don’t Ever Forget Grifter Harper Is Jinxed Kicking Labrador Moreover Newfoundland Our Prime-Minister’s Quite Ridiculous Shocking Tories Use Verbal Wileyness X-ray Yaw Zulu.”
If ever there was a phrase to put up above the blackboard in a classroom, this fits the bill.
