Nasty words for the general public
The neighbours (not their spelling) are holding elections on Tuesday next, and I can’t wait. Doesn’t matter who wins or loses. Just, please, let the attack ads end.
We’re captive to their mudslinging, given that the majority of our local network TV comes from “south of here”. Funny how our local cable network can expunge the interesting efforts of the advertising world (think Super Bowl), but we have to sit through barrow loads of crap when it comes to the electoral process in another country. How many times do the target audience have to hear the accusatory tone before the message passes. From my vantage point, there are no noble aspirants to their houses of government.
Our turn will come, I’m sure. The parties in power Love American Style (campaigning). I’d love to return to the kinder times of my childhood, when a big insult was the accusation that “the loyal member of the opposition suffers from selective deafness”. Was that Diefenbaker? I don’t mean the dog in a TV series, in case you land here through a Google accident.
Imagine a world where aspirant politicians used their budget to actually outline their own campaign. Doesn’t matter where: we all deserve better than we currently receive. And if I read my tax forms properly, the money came from the taxpayers’ pocket, just like everything else in government. I know, there are rumours that a politico used his own money, once, somewhere, for the electoral marathon. It remains a rumour. Or a dream. Take your pick.
