IT'S EASIER TO REPLACE POLITICIANS THAN HOUSE KEYS

Not much moves faster than the political landscape anywhere. No less so than right here in Canada. Prime Minister Harper paid his visit to the Governor General and got his prorogation to send all the parliamentarians on a long vacation while tempers hopefully cool down at least while Santa Claus is in town. What I'd like to know is, why in the world are we paying them for not being at work? It's not like everyone caught a really bad flu and decided it was safer for the country not to infect the spoil sports who would rather see their government at work in the House of Commons where they can usually be seen yelling and screaming epithets and insults back and forth across the isle.

Never mind. It is all very wearisome at the least and I just hear the word 'politics' and my head falls down onto my chest and my eyes suddenly snap shut and I am suddenly somnolent. Before I had time to take a really long, hot bath and maybe begin re-reading DeMille's Gold Coast I'd read in 1991, why two anticipated events happened: I lost my Member of Parliament who just happened to be the Leader of the Opposition, Stephane Dion, whose only sin I ever saw up close and personal is that he has an uncanny resemblance to the Dormouse at Alison in Wonderland's Tea Party. He's gone. The Right Honorable was a university professor before he became leader of the Liberal Party of Canada, now fasterthanyoucanreadthis he has been replaced by an even more patrician ivory tower professor whom the political cartoonists are going to have a field day with once he takes his proper seat in the House of Commons come January. Michael Ignatieff is the elitist of the Elite. Haven't a clue why people think that Stephen Harper looks somehow spooky and untrustworthy. To me Ignatieff is the spook behind the door. Those eyebrows just have to go, Sir. Both of them.

Ach...I'm tired. Wish I had not started this. Sort of. I'll take up the gauntlet
the next time I drop in. I'll get to those eyebrows and all the rest of it.

In the meantime I have to figure out what I'm going to do about all the various keys I lost somewhere between Saturday's trip to the grocery store and home. That's much more interesting a situation than any politician's self-inflicted fate. Politicians seem to be more easily replaced than a whole bunch of keys none of which have duplicates.