A dropped writ and renewed horse pucks
The outcome came as no surprise: after a short visit with the new G-G, the Canadian Parliament was dissolved. The writ was dropped, as CBC says. And in three dozen days, we should have a new government.
It’s a bit of a crap shoot, actually. Many seats will not change allegiance, and the leaders are all veterans. Given that, we might do nothing more than strengthen (consolidate?) power in the hands of our current bunch of rogues. But that’s politics. I doubt I’ll even merit more than a flyer in my mail compartment. Of course, the repetitive media coverage will keep me in tune with the prevailing winds.
Elsewhere, in a place I have no desire to visit, the capital has fallen. After two decades of involvement by “our side”, the Taliban are again driving the cart. In short, no change, other than a few million more graves. We’ll never know the exact numbers (they don’t do census numbers), but the investment by the West shows that most of such effort is just a way of generating revenue for arms merchants. And that includes OUR merchants.
Locally, those who like to hike on our main trails are now keeping watch. Horse pucks are back in play, as well as very large animals that don’t like to play with odd humans. I guess it was inevitable; the premier has connections to the “horse community”, and so the demand for equal access to public trails was granted without so much as a shudder (those stinky horse pucks). Between now and mid-November, when the trails revert to snowmobiles, there’ll be a lot of press generated.
