Ah, the election. Watching tonight’s leadership debate, in which Mssrs. Harper and Layton took turns slinging mud at Mssr. Martin while Mssr. Duceppe babbled incoherently in the background, left me asking one question: is this really the best we can do? No, seriously: in a country of thirty million people, we can’t find anybody more suited to run the country than any of these four idiots? Last summer, Bri went to Build-a-Bear, made a stuffed monkey, dressed him in a Toronto Maple Leafs hoodie and named him Fat Guts, ostensibly an homage to yours truly. I would argue that this monkey, who is inanimate, would be a better Prime Minister than any of these men. Hell, I’d rather have Tie Domi running the country.
If I’m sounding excessively flippant–I’d actually rather have Fat Guts running the country than Stephen Harper, by the way–it’s because tonight’s debate gave me no cause for optimism whatsoever. I guess I was hoping the issues would be more prevalent in the dialogue; instead, the four egos jostled with one another for position until there was nothing left but a bunch of finger pointings and eloquent variations on “He did it! I was here first! No, it’s my turn!” In retrospect, I should have called this blog entry “Me First and the Gimme Gimmes”–because to my jaundiced eye, that’s what this campaign is all about, instead of the issues which got these men here in the first place. I can’t believe I’ve got to tolerate two more weeks of this…or that there’s a reasonable chance Stephen Harper will be the next Canadian Prime Minister. I shudder to think.