The Bloody Doors Off

We do paper ballots, still.

Marked with a pencil.

How twentieth century.

I want a QR code that is built specifically to your profile. You scan it, the list of candidates pops up and you click on your choice. (I was gonna say your favourite, but let’s face it, no one really likes politicians.)

Hey if they can do it for contact tracing at restaurants.

But hey. I voted.

I consider it a responsibility.

And if my candidate loses, and he might (although this used to be an NDP stronghold until two plus years ago), I can take solace knowing one of those votes were for him. That I tried to elect someone to speak for me. (Politicians don’t really speak for us. They speak TO us, tell us what we want to hear. Then go off and do. Whatever.)

Yeah, I’m not jaded.

If anyone ever asks why I don’t run for political office.

Have you read my blog?

Meh. Maybe the honesty would be a refreshing change.

Oh god. I’m channelling that Warren Beatty movie.

Bulworth.

Wow. From paper ballots to a terrible, wretched cinematic experience in under 10 minutes.

Watching the election returns tonight is gonna be.

Cosmic.

Comical. I meant comical.

Oh my.

William Shatner is releasing a spoken-word album on Friday.

I wonder if he can top Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds.