That's the last week-long ether binge I'll ever go on. Yeesh. Sorry for the delay in blogging, but this election campaign is boring the fuck out of me. Where is the mud-slinging? Where is the name calling? I want invective! Come on, people, enough with the 'issues'!
So, anyway, something I noticed that nobody else had, apparently - last Friday night, whilst watching the National, there was a story on the subject of the Conservative campaign - Harper was making an announcement in Vancouver (I think) about tax cuts for old people, or something like that, and they had selected a seniors' drop-in centre to make the announcement. Some genius from the Conservative campaign thought it would be a good idea for Steve-O to do a little 'main streeting' with the seniors on hand.
With his trademark personable charm, the cameras caught Stephen approaching a table of euchre-playing seniors. He asked them, "so...who's...winning?"
With impeccable timing, one of the ladies at the table snapped, without even looking up at him, "the NDP."
Instead of rolling with it, or trying to make light of the situation with a joke or a grin, Harper instead skulked off quickly with a somewhat panicked look on his face, as the CBC reporter (can't remember who) voiced-over something along the lines of "not exactly what he wanted to hear." Really. Ya don't say.
I could just hear the conversation that night on the Conservative campaign bus - "Don't let him talk to people! Goddamit!"
And...sigh, if only I had children, then I'd soon be able to go off and get some beer and popcorn with my big fat Tory cheque...maybe the wife and I should start procreating.