On the lighter side
There’s a little cartoon and phrase out there: “On the Internet, nobody knows you’re a dog”. If you haven’t seen it, click here. So, you’re anonymous? Big deal, you’re still a dog. One woman in the greater Seattle area pushed the envelope a bit further, deciding that her dog was as qualified to vote as the next mutt. She registered her best friend, Duncan M. McDonald, complete with an official pawprint. Election officials didn’t appreciate the joke, and she was summoned to court. All will end well, with her paying a fine, doing some community service and making sure the dog never tries to complete a ballot.
At the other end of the spectrum, our prime minister has taken his minority government on vacation. No vote for us, either. No Question Period. No scrums. Nothing for the next few weeks except the occasional sighting of a federal politician looking for photo ops during a series of provincial elections.
Somehow, I feel like the dog. Qualified but tricked. Someone has promised to throw the ball and then hidden it under their coat. The only relief with prorogation is that some poorly designed wannabe bills will die on the back of the speaker’s desk. Long live my right to download!
We’re in a heat wave. Humidex levels hit 39C this afternoon providing a boost for the ice cream sellers near my office. Not to me; I work across from a large school where the students have pocket change. Supposed to continue through the weekend which is welcome. I’m the host for a sore throat, so sitting around in low energy mode will be acceptable.
