My name is Joan and I am Canadian
My name is Joan and I am Canadian. Okay, it’s not, but for the sake of this screed, let’s all pretend that it’s Joan.
More specifically, I am a central Canadian - from Ontario. From eastern Ontario and no I don’t speak French. At least not well enough to get a job with a dental plan. I am Canadian and I am Conservative. Which also hasn’t helped me find a job with a dental plan.
No, I don’t drive an SUV. I drive a Beamer ... yep you heard me a BMW. It’s 13 years old, showing a bit of rust but gets better milage than the new hybrids.
I don’t work for the government. Did I mention I don’t speak French and that I’m a Conservative? I do have stock but it’s not in a portfolio. It’s carefully-balanced in the pasture and controlled by an electric fence
Pollsters know exactly who I am. I’m a conservative from eastern Ontario where we have actually elected Conservative MPs. The pollsters know that I would buck snow drifts and crawl over broken glass to get to the voting booth. Which explains why they never call me or my neighbours.
That’s right, friends and neighbours – I am a Conservative from Ontario and yes, the very thought of a looming election terrifies me. I fear the hypertension induced stroke from being held personally accountable for every damn thing that goes wrong. Held personally accountable not only for the nanny- state- coddled voter in Ontario’s golden triangle but those other conservatives who don’t know when to stop the debate on social issues that have denied Conservatives candidates from Ontario a seat in the house.
I am terrified but I am brave. My name is Joan and I am Canadian.
More specifically, I am a central Canadian - from Ontario. From eastern Ontario and no I don’t speak French. At least not well enough to get a job with a dental plan. I am Canadian and I am Conservative. Which also hasn’t helped me find a job with a dental plan.
No, I don’t drive an SUV. I drive a Beamer ... yep you heard me a BMW. It’s 13 years old, showing a bit of rust but gets better milage than the new hybrids.
I don’t work for the government. Did I mention I don’t speak French and that I’m a Conservative? I do have stock but it’s not in a portfolio. It’s carefully-balanced in the pasture and controlled by an electric fence
Pollsters know exactly who I am. I’m a conservative from eastern Ontario where we have actually elected Conservative MPs. The pollsters know that I would buck snow drifts and crawl over broken glass to get to the voting booth. Which explains why they never call me or my neighbours.
That’s right, friends and neighbours – I am a Conservative from Ontario and yes, the very thought of a looming election terrifies me. I fear the hypertension induced stroke from being held personally accountable for every damn thing that goes wrong. Held personally accountable not only for the nanny- state- coddled voter in Ontario’s golden triangle but those other conservatives who don’t know when to stop the debate on social issues that have denied Conservatives candidates from Ontario a seat in the house.
I am terrified but I am brave. My name is Joan and I am Canadian.
posted by glenda at 1:10 PM
3 Comments:
I hear your pain.
When people blame Ontario, they really mean Toronto -- because let's face it, Toronto IS to blame.
I too am a Conservative, who doesn't speak French. I drive an 11 year-old minivan and not only do I not work for the government --I work for (whispering this) a church.
I live in Toronto -- and not only do I get the blame -- I keep looking at my friends and neighbours in disbelief and saying to myself: 'what are you thinking?' -- of course I can't say it out loud because, well, I live in Toronto.
Let's keep our fingers crossed.
I think N speaks for all of us today. I want them to lose.
I want it sooo bad.
http://nequals1.blogspot.com
I used to do that (bite my lip) when I lived in Vancouver. That's probably why I quit paying much attention to politics; it was just too painful. Thank God I'm back in conservative country.
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