I’m going to Toronto tomorrow. My Aunt and Uncle are going up, so I’m catching a ride. I’ll spend a couple of days in the city with Marianne, and then catch a train or a bus back to Ottawa, since Jacky and Wendell don’t know how long they’re going to be in Toronto.
So… an election, eh? The politicians will soon be out kissing hands and shaking babies. Well, all I know is, I want to get out of Ottawa. I mean, this place is already politics-centric, but I think this is going to be a nasty, mud-slinging campaign, and I don’t need to see that. Last night, I sat and watched the government fall with Uncle Wendell and I earned tons of brownie points for my show of patience. He’s very opinionated and bombastic and abusive, but also very clever, so it’s difficult to have a reasonable conversation with him. I think I’m going to follow my Aunt Jacky’s lead and just not engage in discussions with him.
In my hypothetical trial, though, I think the jury would have found the attack just when they find out that my Uncle chose to attack one of my husbands, George Stroumboulopoulos. He called him a left-wing communist. I’m taking deep breaths, I’m serious. I’m so sick of the CBC being accused of being at least small-L liberal, if not forming an outright cabal with Paul Martin, Dr. Henry Morgentaler, and Larry Flint.
I have decided, though, that this is going to be my last mention of politics during the campaign.
No – let me say this: I really hope this doesn’t turn into an American-style campaign, replete with negative advertising. Concentrating on the negative aspects of an opponent is not the same as flaunting one’s own positive attributes. It’s cheap and offensive, in my mind. It tells me that the politicians do not think the voters can make up their own minds regarding the platforms and precedents of all involved, but we can be spooked and manipulated into voting a certain way. Negative ads only appeal to voters who don’t give themselves enough credit to trust their own intelligence, and it insinuates that the parties think the voters are dim and impressionable. Maybe some are. Maybe most are.
Ok, now no more politics. Lots more Stroumbo, though.