posted on Aug, 1 2015 @ 01:28 PM
I feel I must speak out. And, why not here. I just hope my fellow citizens will pass on my message to the wider country. My message will be
simple, brief, and I hope, fair. No matter my personal bend,(bent?-whatever). I love my Canada. I even signed up as a soldier. This should defend me
from anyone thinking I am anything but patriotic. But, I am our fiercest critic as well.
As you will become increasingly aware, we are having an election soon. I would ignore this if I could. I tried to ignore the headlines. But I have
failed. I frankly, would stop caring completely. Utterly. Believe me. But, I can't. I must teach my 12 year old son about elections, and rights, and
responsiblities. I didn't want to vote in a recent provincial election, but I did. I did it to teach my son. I struggled to find the means to get my
butt to the polls and took him to show him what it was all about. I told him I had just cast a losing ballot and I was happy to do so. I won't give
you guys and girls the whole lecture. Lucky you, unlucky him. But not really. He saw the wheels turning.
However, this election is already making me ill and it just started. I won't even point any fingers our freakin' cheerlead for anyone. The only
person I like is me and you guys wouldn't want me as leader because it would soon be a dictatorship and I be a new Caeser. I would reverse 1812 and
launch a surprise attack on America and take away their nukes and hide them... Boy, this isn't brief...
oops,. I want to teach my son about politics. But I can't. You politicians make me sick. I would have followed your orders and died if my country
wanted, but at this point, I'm really tired of the mud. It's not mud. It is what I used to shovel on the farm. I once was a real farmer and I've
stepped in many a cow chip. And let me rephrase and rethink my comparison. No, this stuff we sling in our stupid bickering is not manure. MANURE IS
VALUABLE. It fertilized my plants and I am happy. I am happy with poop. The stuff I read is not even garbage. GARBAGE CAN BE RECYCLED. This is not
even garbage. IT IS POLLUTION.
It's making me sick. It why this poor soul, who once was very happy to cast their first ballot at eighteen, (I saw a rainbow on leaving the polling
station- I'm not lying- you can ask my mother- she was very happy, and she took my picture.- the story is much, much longer, but i claimed I'd be
briefopps) I am being turn off politics. It is making me ill. I don't want to expose my son. What the heck? I wanted to swear. Are our politicians
ever going to grow up. They are stuck in the 19th Century with their childish bickering. This is a new CENTURY. We need to grow and evolve. My son is
growing up faster. STOP! STOP! STOP!
Stop telling my why the other persons running for office are poison for the country. I want to scream. This is not true. EVEN THE GUYS I DON'T VOTE
FOR ARE EVIL. Stop it. Stop telling me about the other person. Tell me what you are going to do. And focus on what you will do after you get elected.
I have been trying to teach my AUTISTIC son how to have positive thoughts. We have had a real struggle.
But, by comparison, my son is getting "it". Even though I am punishing him and not surrendering to his will. But I don't call him names. I don't
act a fool and be a fool because my son will emulate me. I asked him if he understood what that meant. He did. You politicians apparently don't.
STOP STOP STOP
or you'll turn off me, and the next generation....?
Thank you for your time Canada,
go aboot enjoying the rest of your summer,
Sincerely, one pissed off voter.