Just opened and read part of the newest Macleans Magazine. Best bit: an article on "Rants" by Rick Mercer. Who does a better rant than Rick? Only me, in my car, in my head. If only I could remember them later, or have the courage to phone someone and deliver it. He skewers Question Period. He reminds us that if anyone delivered such a shouting match in any other workplace in the country, they'd be fired. Right now! Amen to that.
The solution, says Mercer, is to put cameras in the House of Commons. If the general public could actually see what their fat-cat elected MPs are doing as part of their workday, they'd be enraged, and it would stop forthwith.
Of course, the MPs get all huffy and say that cameras in the House is…not done…"it would make us look like children or criminals…" Well, that's how they behave, many times. Mercer reminds us that we are all on camera in stores, and in the Toronto Subway, so why not in the House? The question hangs in the air, begging for an answer. It'll never come, not from my Conservative MP who has a job-for-life here in Alberta, and who is a dork on person. Great article Rick. I think I'll write a supportive letter to the editor about it. Perhaps you should as well. Maybe we can wipe the self-satisfied smile off Herr Harper's face for once.
I'm currently spending time with a group of people who are deeply divided into two opposing groups. The division is hot, and at times, quite verbal. Observing it, and trying to find ways to participate in deliberations without inflaming the division, is difficult. Sometimes I succeed, sometimes not. Keeps me awake, however, and thinking. All the time, thinking….
Back in the pool yesterday, after three weeks off, due to maintenance closure. My rib didn't hurt, so I'm off to the races. First day was tough. It's amazing how a three week layoff sets you back in terms of fitness. Perhaps it's only like that for old folks, but it's certainly sobering for me. So the walking is on daily, and the pool is on whenever I can get there.
Paid to have my car "cleaned" yesterday. Wow! It looks like a new car inside. Seats shampooed, cup holders mucked out, all the crap taken from under the seats! I feel like I should sell it while it looks so good! How long it will last, i don't know. I have a great capacity to collect junk, one piece at a time. Soon, it adds up to a mess. Looking around my cubby hole office right now, i see the mess I live with. Thirty minutes of "putting away" would change everything. But I lack the enterprise. Sloth reigns supreme in this area.
The Commander-in-Chief is calling for me to make a salad, so i must leave for now. Back soon…I hope.
The solution, says Mercer, is to put cameras in the House of Commons. If the general public could actually see what their fat-cat elected MPs are doing as part of their workday, they'd be enraged, and it would stop forthwith.
Of course, the MPs get all huffy and say that cameras in the House is…not done…"it would make us look like children or criminals…" Well, that's how they behave, many times. Mercer reminds us that we are all on camera in stores, and in the Toronto Subway, so why not in the House? The question hangs in the air, begging for an answer. It'll never come, not from my Conservative MP who has a job-for-life here in Alberta, and who is a dork on person. Great article Rick. I think I'll write a supportive letter to the editor about it. Perhaps you should as well. Maybe we can wipe the self-satisfied smile off Herr Harper's face for once.
I'm currently spending time with a group of people who are deeply divided into two opposing groups. The division is hot, and at times, quite verbal. Observing it, and trying to find ways to participate in deliberations without inflaming the division, is difficult. Sometimes I succeed, sometimes not. Keeps me awake, however, and thinking. All the time, thinking….
Back in the pool yesterday, after three weeks off, due to maintenance closure. My rib didn't hurt, so I'm off to the races. First day was tough. It's amazing how a three week layoff sets you back in terms of fitness. Perhaps it's only like that for old folks, but it's certainly sobering for me. So the walking is on daily, and the pool is on whenever I can get there.
Paid to have my car "cleaned" yesterday. Wow! It looks like a new car inside. Seats shampooed, cup holders mucked out, all the crap taken from under the seats! I feel like I should sell it while it looks so good! How long it will last, i don't know. I have a great capacity to collect junk, one piece at a time. Soon, it adds up to a mess. Looking around my cubby hole office right now, i see the mess I live with. Thirty minutes of "putting away" would change everything. But I lack the enterprise. Sloth reigns supreme in this area.
The Commander-in-Chief is calling for me to make a salad, so i must leave for now. Back soon…I hope.
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