Arrived late at the buffet
And morning came, and they looked out on the desolation, and wondered “What have we wrought?” Another election, and the only analogy I can apply is that we arrived at the buffet after heavy noontime traffic. We could still fill our plates, but all the good morsels were gone. We ended up with a plateful of leftovers. Three elections in a row, so we’ve proven that no matter what the level of government, the people make choices that defy reason. A plateful of leftovers, barely warm.
The whole province went into the campaign filled with optimism, fully convinced that there were right paths and they would be followed. Fools that we are. The polls, constant in their variability, gave a lead to each leader at one point or another, but after (almost) all the ballots were counted, we ended up with the equivalent of a three-way split, a premier that was rejected by the majority of his riding, and the first minority government in well over a century. I can hardly wait to see what kind of a dog’s breakfast will be offered up at the budget counter. Leftover buffet, with an abundance of dried chicken wings.
So here is a city with close to a million inhabitants. At the federal level, we have elected with the majority of the minority. At the provincial level, we have elected with the minority of the minority. At the municipal level, we have a mayor that nobody voted for. Could we please send the population off to election driving school, before somebody is injured? No, I’m not among the optimistic.
Oh well, at least spring will soon be here. The potholes will remain unfilled, the economy will remain restrained and we’ll have summer vacation before long. Hope springs eternal. There, I’m optimistic about something.
