Growing up in Atlantic Canada, one had to expect an election somewhere in what no one called "Canada's New England" every year or so. Inevitably, one party or another ran on the slogan "Time For A Change!" mainly because, if elected, they were going to administer exactly the same as the bums they wanted you to turf governed. Pints of rum for votes. Gravel for supporters' drives ways. A little something for themselves. Haven't we hit that now in a lot of ways? And it doesn't just have to be the suits. Tyrants? Hockey concussions? Winter? A lack of baseball on my TV? Change's time is now.
- It Was Thirty Years Ago Today Update: shopping in 1981. Sweet Neil Diamond lp acquisition moment framed in time.
- Harper tells Canadians in danger you are on your own in Japan but sends in the secret paratroops for oil workers in Libya? Irrational? Time for a change.
- Namby pamby refusal to say wrong is wrong and right is right? How many chances do you get to drop the ball? TFAC! [Ed.: err... does that work? Yes!]
- My new favorite local history fact is that the Island of Tonti, now Amherst Island, was named after a 1600s Italian adverturer pal of Frontenac called Henri De Tonti. Continued refusal to admit our Baroque Italian past? Tempo di cambiare!!
- Faceless Battalion? These guys should have their own bubblegum cards. I heard somewhere that they are asking old men to do it as it takes so long to pass away from radiation. Forget bubblegum cards. Statues for fearless average joes. 変革の時!!!
- Guys dating their granddaughter's friends and then scamming public funds with them? Well, that is just yikky.
There. Next week is spring. Can't stop it. Time to run. Can stop that either.