Give the Girl a Chance

Linda Osinchuk

Linda Osinchuk

roxanne carr

Roxanne Carr

Yesterday we had a municipal election here to vote for our mayor, councillors and Public and Catholic school board trustees. On the weekend I did what any not very politically minded person like me would do, and asked my 12-year-old granddaughter for voting advice.

I told her I thought Linda Osinchuk had been doing a good job being our present mayor.  She’s a very nice person and one of our contact lens patients where I work.  The lady running against her, Roxanne Carr,  is also a very nice person who happens to live right across the street from me. She has been a county councillor for 5 or six years.   And I still hadn’t made up my mind which one I would vote for.  Notice how I didn’t go on about their respective political policies, as if that has nothing at all to do with anything.  My dad used to say that the policies were secondary to the person’s character.  He would always ‘vote for the man’ (there were never many women running for things then) because what party they happened to be part of was the less important consideration.  I suppose I am my father’s daughter in more ways than I know.

It’s quite wonderful, when you think about it, that we have a choice, and that no matter which way it all turns out we can be happy with (or at least not devastated by)  the results.   Another happy thing about our part of the election is how many women there were to vote for in every category.  I’m all for more women in politics.

Kenzie thought about it for a minute, and then decided it would be nice if we gave Roxanne a chance.  She is all about being fair.

It was a close result but the people have spoken and we are going to give Roxanne a chance.  Good call, Kenz.  I’m wondering, now that I live on the same humble little street as the new mayor, if our snow will be cleared with greater regularity this winter.  I mean it would look bad if the mayor got snowed in, right?

Anyway, here’s to you Linda for all your hard work, and here’s to you Roxanne, for all the hard work you have yet to do.  And here’s to Kenzie for keeping it fair.


John Cleese Alerts

This was recently on Facebook and bears repeating I think.  Loving John Cleese.



The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent events in Libya and have therefore raised their security level from “Miffed” to “Peeved.” Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to “Irritated” or even “A Bit Cross.” The English have not been “A Bit Cross” since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran out.

Terrorists have been re-categorized from “Tiresome” to “A Bloody Nuisance.” The last time the British issued a “Bloody Nuisance” warning level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.

The Scots have raised their threat level from “Pissed Off” to “Let’s get the Bastards.” They don’t have any other levels. This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.

The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from “Run” to “Hide”. The only two higher levels in France are “Collaborate” and “Surrender.” The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France’s white flag factory, effectively paralyzing the country’s military capability.

Italy has increased the alert level from “Shout Loudly and Excitedly” to “Elaborate Military Posturing.” Two more levels remain: “Ineffective Combat Operations” and “Change Sides.”

The Germans have increased their alert state from “Disdainful Arrogance” to “Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs.” They also have two higher levels: “Invade a Neighbor” and “Lose.”

Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels .

The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy. These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.

Australia, meanwhile, has raised its security level from “No worries” to “She’ll be alright, Mate.” Two more escalation levels remain: “Crikey! I think we’ll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!” and “The barbie is canceled.” So far no situation has ever warranted use of the final escalation level.

John Cleese – British writer, actor and tall person.