A vote for Harper is a vote for the avian flu.

Have been quite battered by a bout with the flu this past week, though likely not of the avian type. Clearly, since I don't play with dead chickens, like those children in Turkey. Who lets their children play with dead chickens? Don't they know the phrase, "Hey, those dead chickens are not a toy!" in Turkey? I bet they do now.

For some reason I like talking about chickens in Turkey. You figure it out.

Anyway, I'm out of the house and not passing out or sweating and dizzy and nauseous, so that's a good step. I'm in a cafe, using up free wireless time to catch up on all things internet related. Am jonesing for internet at home, but likely will write the show faster if I'm not checking my email every ten minutes.

There are a bunch of guys sitting at a table near me playing Go, if you know what that is. A game as old as the ages, mastered by wizened Asian men, and needful of a very alert brain, indeed.

I break here to mention that there is a very handsome man wandering around, causing me much distraction. Even with the flu, I am incorrigable. (ible?)

So these guys are playing Go, and it's funny, because I just really learned how to play that this year, and it fascinates me. I was just talking to my buddy Tim last night and we were agreeing to spend more time playing. Any time, really, having not played together before. But he and his father play, and my buddy Mike taught me this year, and I am hooked. I like thoughtful strategy games. Just about to go online and play a little online scrabble, in that very vein. Though I did just get a little dizzy, so I may just wander home in the rain...ich.

Last night it was sunny in all of my dreams and I was quite surprised to wake today and find it so grisly outside.

I have been watching the first season of "Lost" this week, am on my second go round as have introduced it to Siobhan and now am watching again with her. It's that good. I gotta get my hands on the second season, and soon, or I'm going to have a little fit. It has been contributing to very strange dreams. Along with the flu, of course. So my week has been surreal and I'm still not entirely sure what has happened and what I have dreamed, the dreams have been that palpable.

I have come to the conclusion that I want a boyfriend. For real. I haven't for years and years, but I would like to give it a try again. Apparently, according to several unreliable sources, the deciding is the important part, after that it just falls into place. We'll see. Pony up, boys!!

Listen, it's very important that you all go out and vote on the 23rd. Very important. Unless you are voting for Stephen Harper. Then it is very important that you get pinned under something heavy until the polls close, and sustaining only superficial injuries, of course. Can you really imagine living under a Harper regime? The man is a misguided snake. Which means when he intends to be slithering towards a destination he'll get all sidetracked and go right up your pantleg. Ich. I don't want Stephen Harper up my pants, do you? I thought not.

Anyhow, I implore you to think about what kind of country you really want to live in, and where you would like it go in the years, decades to come. Think not only of yourselves, but of your neighbours, your friends, your colleagues, your countrymen and understand that we are in it together, we are not every man for himself. Look deeply into your compassionate Canadian hearts and do not vote out of anger, but out of true desire for a sustainable future for all of us. I trust you with this.



Anonymous said...

Is Stephen Harper related to Ben Harper? That dude can ROCK.

Anonymous said...

Don't be an arse: Ben Harper won't be killing ANY birds.

sooze said...

I know this is way late after your original pithy post, but I'd like to posit the following while I may: A vote for Stephen Harper is like a vote for my ASS. Somewhat large, round, white and well, meaning-free. Faux-charming and malleable, yet with hints of greater depths if one was only working-class enough to understand it's true paradoxical profundities.

As always you, my dear belle-fils, will be the only one to read this as I am always too late to opine. But YAH!!! Harper/Sue's ASS!!???Whaddaya!!????