I lined up on Friday to vote at the Harold Simpson Youth Centre. Across this fair and fortunate land, about two million other eligible voters had done the same by the end of the Thanksgiving weekend.
So anything said and done in the last 10 days of a gruelling 78-day national election will not natter.
If I showed up on Oct. 19 and said I’d changed my mind, Elections Canada would not be accommodating.
Sixty-nine days were more than enough, not only from those leading the charge or from those seeking an opportunity to serve, but from the tedium of every medium and the tweedledee and tweedledeedium of panelists, columnists, pollsters and forecasters.
This leaves many to remember Mark Twain’s, “It’s a terrible death to be talked to death,” and maybe to wonder if 78 days of diatribe is not “cruel and unusual punishment.” Does anyone perpetrating it deserve to be re-elected?