2008-10-10

Raining catechisms and dogmas

Sorree! It's been a rude week. All I've got is a grab bag of random electoral bits and pieces that heartily depress me. Naturally, being a friendly type, I feel compelled to share my joy with you:

  • About six millenia ago, when I was a mere pup of a semimythical totemic coyote, I used to think those who held elected office were smarter than me. Or any ordinary mortal. I got older, and just hoped they were. Now, I'm ancient, crotchety, eccentric, and beyond certain that they are not smarter than me. It depresses the hell out of me that dumber critters 'n me run this country. Because I know I don't have the wit or the hubris. And that all the really intelligent ones are - apparently - too smart to go into politics...
  • The local Tory candidate has called my den a couple of times now. Inquiring minds want to know: Why is it that he uses call display blocking when he does? Because I really want somebody that sneaky and underhanded representing me in parliament...
  • Newspapers this week reported a study that suggests when a group lacks a leader, the person most likely to step in and start running things is a narcissist.
  • The Glib & Male lately has been making much of our PM's 'pragmatic ability to learn'. So let me get this straight. He entered politics because he thought he knew what the country needed. Now he's trying to get re-elected by 'pragmatically' shedding the ideological dogma he's held dear for all of these years, but that Canadians dislike. So, ummm, obviously a real idealist. Not in it for the power at all. Or...
  • He is also an economist. Given economists' recent track records at understanding the way things work, and running them properly, ummm...
  • Meanwhile, south of here, Sarah Palin's ability to chortle and wink out twisted venom, then shrug, moue, and mime ingenue cluelessness when the crowds she's working start sounding like lynch mobs, probably means she has a long career in US federal politics ahead of her. Yucko.
Bleah. Elections have been raining overscripted catechisms and repugnant dogmas on my head all week. I'm soaked and tired. It's nap time. Wake me up when it's over...

6 comments:

Harmony said...

Poor you. I think you need to catch yourself a great, big, fat turkey, and pluck its feathers, then EAT IT! Don't know if coyotes like gravy and stuffing, but add that to your dinner, if so. Then: bliss. Or pumpkin pie, whatever you prefer...

Woodsy said...

Coyote, maybe now that you've been there and done that, you need to buy the t-shrit.

coyote said...

Harmony: Gravy and stuffing are wonderful. But only with cooked turkeys...

Woodsy: Hey, that's a great t-shrit... by the way, what is a t-shrit?

Woodsy said...

Coyote, t-shrit is what is going to hit the fan if you keep pointing out my typos!

Harmony said...

You tell him, Woodsy! He's mangy, too!

coyote said...

That's coyotes for ya. Mangy shrit disturbers, the lot of us...