October 9, 2006

Poop & Circumstance

There are all types of elections going on all over the place. Here in town are municipal ones. You know those ones, where the only thing people really care about are barking dogs and garbage collection. We all want to know who to call to stop one and make sure the other one keeps going. The best bet here is for candidates to fly under the radar. No radicals, no innovators, no heavy-lifter heavy-duty thinkers.

The reason change moves at a snail's pace is because that's all the electorate can stand. Be careful what you wish for.

In the States, they're ramping up for the mid-terms. It means Bush is safe, but everyone who has ever been associated with him has to defend his record. Whereas the Democrats had to pay for Clinton boffing Monica Lewinsky, the Republicans will hopefully have to pay for Bush boffing all of Iraq. And I don't recall Iraq ever tipping a sexy little beret at Bush, let alone flashing its thong.

You know what I hate? Everyone is in a lather over stupid stuff. That pig Foley has wrapped up headlines with everyone wondering if he diddled interns. When do people get around to asking real questions of these politicians? It sure isn't when they're in office, and it most decidedly isn't when they're running.

Elections are like proms. Everyone doodied up in their borrowed best, all scrubbed clean and not remotely resembling who they truly are. We all went to the prom. We should know better.

While it would be lovely if all politicians kept themselves zipped, it ain't gonna happen. So. How about we overlook the human aspect, and cut to the chase? Ask them some real questions. Local, federal or global, these are the things I want to know from people running for office, who are going to have a say in where my money is going.

I want them to address the unsexy - infrastructure. There. You were waiting for another scandal joke, and I low-balled you with something far more crucial. Our infrastructure is crumbling. Parts of many urban areas are over 100 years old, and our sewers and highways and bridges need replacing. Montreal learned this in a horrific fashion last week; in general, it's nothing new. In Hamilton, go talk to anyone who is faced with flooded basements every time it rains.

This past weekend has been a long diatribe in our house - because my sons are subjected to homeschooling all day, every day - about the future of this planet. As we watch Iraq and the Middle East play a tug-o-war with the rest of the world over oil, I warned them that the future is going to be about water. They thought I was nuts. I'm not nuts.

Maybe I should head down to the next mayoral debate, and stand up and ask them where they stand on the issue of water. Or infrastructure, which people only care about when they're knee deep in poop.

But, nah. These people know what's really sexy. Zero tax increases, intern diddling and money trails.

Just wait until it's their basements.


Blogger CHIC-HANDSOME said...

life just a good

October 09, 2006 5:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Finally someone with the cojones to tell it like it is-- I am also amazed at the airtime this Foley idiot is getting. It's America-- and all about the press and sensationalism. Its like the sting operation on the pedophiles-- we all want them put away-- but is a SWAT team of 12 a bit overkill? Why dont they post these guys at the highscchools instead of outside a sting. Love your stuff and I enjoyed your comments on TV today-- Failure to launch

October 09, 2006 5:52 PM  

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