The Bloody Doors Off

C is playing the piano, partly because he has a performance on Tuesday, but also because, as he says, “I am stressed”. Ironically, he is practicing It’s a Wonderful World.

He, like many of us, are in disbelief at the Ontario election results.

I am particularly shocked that a lot of Toronto ridings went blue. It is small comfort that our riding went to the NDP.

We’re gonna be governed by a man who has no leadership experience, is alleged to be running his father’s company into the ground, being sued by his sister-in-law for withholding/mismanaging his brother’s estate, has 25% of his candidates being investigated for various substandard practices (I am being polite).

M and I had a brief conversation earlier, which revolved around how do we teach C to be a better person when an asshat is leading our province? And at this moment, I’m really struggling for an answer.

I have to admit I’m worried for my own state of mind; I can’t let this slide me into depression.

I voted. I voted NDP. But aside from electing our candidate, I feel helpless.