We are having both provincial and
federal elections this year. The provincial one has been ramped up for a few
weeks now and I am already (no surprise to anyone) cheesed off with the bias of
media. It is beyond enough when so-called journalists wrinkle their nose when they
speak about the NDP or Rachel Notley (so much so that I really want to slap
their face). That is just the beginning; then we have the silence and shutout
of the NDP while they give free airspace to that flipping (and I am being super
polite and restrained here) lying asshole who shall remain nameless (no free
airspace for him).
Yes, I get caught up in my
politics, no question. I have always been passionate and engaged in politics, a
true family legacy. When my brothers come around the roof almost rises with the
raised voices and an outsider may actually believe that we are arguing and
fighting while all the time we are virtually agreeing with each other. We are
enjoying ourselves to the max. I recall once having a rip-roaring discussion
with the husband of a friend (and actually I consider the husband a friend also
J ), we were not
agreeing with each other but we were having a really good time arguing. Marie
came out thinking that I was being beleaguered and I grinned at her and said “Pshaw
Marie, you never met my dad, Paul is an amateur beside him!” and then turned
back to continue our “discussion”. Ah, good times!
To be continued . . .
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