A familiar refrain will follow
It all comes down to attitude. In less than thirty minutes, the country will suspend its sense of disbelief. My studies under the eminent Dr. St. Jean called that a hypnotic trance. We will unite in front of our radios and television receivers, in a state of rapture as the next series of priorities of a New Government will be read aloud for the hard of hearing by the appointed representative of a monarch. Actually, hypnotism might be a choice, if it reduces the ache in my joints.
A bit of reality: the only ones that are waiting for this speech have already been in some sort of lockdown in the capital for several hours. Journalists in search of the perfect story. It won’t be presented here. Change channels.
The real scoop is some days away, when the assembled House decides to vote as one or many. My own hope lies with the common sense gene. Do we allow the “man who would be leader” to conduct the affairs of governance as if he had a mandate from the majority of his peers? He doesn’t… Does the country want another election? Probably not, since we are all capable of singing the refrain “Same old, same old”.
Sadly, the (leaked) budget speech will present an arrogant schedule, and we will continue to live our daily lives with a parliament that has no direction. The anger management techniques will remain useful, unless we hide our heads from the dribs and drabs of information provided by a government that doesn’t even bother to meet with the press. Obfuscation of everything that matters. Repeat.
In passing, could we someday have a channel where such notable moments as “the speech from the throne” is not subject to the mangling of a translator; I am functionally bilingual, and I deserve better.
