So, today was the big day.
Today we went to the polls and cast our ballots to elect (or re-elect, as the case may be) Winnipeg's new mayor and City Councillors. You did get off your lazy, cynical ass to vote, didn't you? Didn't you?!
Truth told, I know a few people who didn't, and have gotten wind of a few more who say they are abstaining from the vote for whatever reason. I don't think any less of these
I voted, and I did so happily, despite the nasty weather and nastier virus I'm currently battling.
"Why are you so happy, then, Mr. Jerk?" you may ask.
Well, I'll let you in on a little secret: I don't care who wins the Mayoral race. I don't care for the job our Mr. Katz has done of late, but I don't have much faith in his competitor(s), either. I'll stop short of saying something cynical like "We're fucked regardless of who gets in", but I have a gut feeling we're in for a rough couple of years.
"Then why, pray tell, are you so happy?" you may ask again.
Simple. If it weren't for lousy local politics, our local blogging community would have nothing to write about... they'd all start writing about random, pointless crap, and I really hate competition.
Seriously, though... While I have no real faith in the Mayoralty, I do have faith in one of the candidates running for City Council in my ward. I know the kind of work this person has done for the community, and know they'd be the right person to represent our ward... so I got out of my deathbed, trudged the three blocks in the howling autumn gale (uphill both ways, shoeless, carrying my elderly neighbours on my back) to the polling station, and lent this person my support. I wish them luck.
I also wish my pal Dean Koshelanyk luck... he's running for Councillor in Point Douglas, right next door to our ward.
Anyhow, I'm getting less coherent by the minute, thanks in part to the over-the-counter cold-and-flu medication I'm taking, so I'll wrap this up now. I shudder at the editing I'll need to do tomorrow...