Here’s my deal, my personal opinion:
Democracy is a contact sport.
It’s never pretty. But. You got to pay to play.
Sometimes you’re the guy standing, sometimes, the guy on the floor ( or woman ).
Life is risk, getting out of bed is risk.
You can’t com
plain if you’re not in the game.
So, every election I vote in. I volunteer.
For a candidate or if I’m on the fence, for the elections body.
This time. I can’t sit it out.
My candidate was always Rocco Rossi in my heart. He just never came through. Today Rocco released me, and stepped down.
Look at this guy.
Read th
e now hundreds of articles.
I’ve met him, listened to him, been to debates, watched and listened to dozens.
I don’t care about his past indiscretions. He’s human and his honesty about himself is indeed refreshing. But what about those thoughts and beliefs?
He’s everything I fear in humanity.
He says exactly what we’re all thinking.
In our bigoted, racist, truly elitist, car-loving, planet-killing, hateful hearts.
I’m talking about me, not you.
I can’t go there, won’t go there.
Georgie, I’ve put on the purple tie. Let’s go.
Dear network, I will always respect your decision.
But I can’t respect no decision.
Ten days Toronto. Let’s do it.