Canadian drama, eh!
Canadian legal drama; always odd. The vote just in from the House, and the bill to kill the bill has passed, by two votes.
Let’s run that tape again. A private member, who will remain nameless because I have no idea of the name, had proposed a bill to abolish the long gun registry. That’s the one where where you would complete some mundane paper work to acknowledge that you owned a non-pistol. For those concerned, the only gun I own is a staple gun. Red tape, harmless but annoying. Except that a certain sector of the population took the idea of a registry as an affront to their pride. For years, the promise to abolish was one of the rallying pins on a conservative cardigan.
A second bill was proposed, in parallel, to kill the bill that would kill the registry. It came down to the “wire”, and the registry is now safe, for a while. As I said, in Canada, we get our jollies in ways that amaze.
Yesterday, I wrote about the quest to find the owner of a box of love letters. I had nothing to do with it (even though I tried to Skype her), but today the newspaper announced that she’s been in contact with the journalists, that she does remember the letters, that she will take them back to place them close to her heart. Wait for the movie version, coming soon.
Hey, another equinox. Colder than the last. We’re just over six months away from another summer; inspiration for anyone who dreads the months in between. Yes, friends are buying their ski hill passes, as I write.
