Watching someone get sacked
Nova Scotia is sitting down, watching the election returns unfold. And I’m not sure it’s going according to the “big plan”.
This was a case where the current premier only needed to do as little as possible. He held a majority, he was following on a reasonable record by his predecessor, people were staying home in proper pandemic fashion. Calling an election now seemed, if you will, a gamble.
And as of right now, an hour into the returns, it looks as if things are about to shift. Still too early to call, and I don’t have a TV reporter whispering in my ear, but this one looks like someone may be losing that gamble. Looking for a new profession. Etc.
I don’t live there, but I can see the shore on a clear day. Not too far away. And what happens in one province can jostle the dishes on my table. Imagine if our premier gets antsy, and we have to vote twice this year. It could happen. One moment while I check the tallies.
Nope. The trend is continuing. Deepening, if you will. My headlines will be virtual, as I live a paper-free lifestyle, but I’ll look, tomorrow morning. Just for reassurance.
Over in Pompeii, a tomb has been opened, for what may be the first time in almost two thousand years. Spoiler alert: the occupant is still there, and still dead. His appearance hasn’t been improved by a long rest. In fact, he looks positively dessicated. The press seems to know a surprising amount about him: age, profession, favourite TV show (that last one is fake news).
