Should we be worried when even the Europeans are worried about us?
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Well, it’s Election Day. We all knew this day would come, we just didn’t know how it would make us feel. We’ve learned a little bit; grown a little bit; and determined once again that despite having been of voting age for 8 years, that Elections Canada refuses to acknowledge that my partner Courtney exists.
As we voted this morning in a little Anglican Church, while I sailed up to the polling booth, Courtney – once again – had to prove she is who she is. And like me, just out of curiosity, I saw her look at the explanation sheet that explained what was an acceptable mark and what was invalid.
There’s something strangely satisfying about voting: in practice there is not much to it, but the statement behind it is truly amazing.
Voting: we should do this more often.
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FYI – I won’t bother posting anything else throughout the course of the day. There will be more than enough to dissect tonight and tomorrow once the dust has settled. I’ll begin to wade through it all then, unless something unbelievable happens and the zombie corpses of our past Prime Minister’s rise from the dead and form the official opposition.