We’re almost out of time for making the strategic choice
And then there were none. No more days of campaign rhetoric. Or fear mongering. Tomorrow, the rest of you will either vote or abstain. I’ve already gone, so I’ll be a spectator; not until after the magical hour of 22h00. That’s in deference to the people that might not get to decide anything, but hate being reminded of it.
It’s this whole time zone thing. If you want to make it fair, open the polls for one hour, with that moment adjusted for the local clock display. One hour – it might seem short, but it works for more important things like selling the magic bracelets for access to the summer festival. Only the committed get to play with the magic pencil behind the cardboard screen. And then, give the poll people the fifteen minutes needed to count those carefully folded ballots and phone it in. If American Idol can get the voting process done in two hours, the tiny turnout should be easily tallied. This is Canada, eh.
I’m going to sleep well, and then obsess all day long. Should I have been more strategic in my choice? Could I have been? Does my vote really count, when there are millions of electors in T.O.? Can I blame our current deputy on them? Elections are cathartic and lethargic. I watched the rerun of Mansbridge doing a one-on-one… both words work here. Unlike a sudoku.
My roast beef from this afternoon is excellent. Sear the lump, smear with mustard, keep the temperature down below 325F, enjoy.
