but.really.just.sad.funny

Civic elections take place in the next couple of days here in the Lower Main Land (LML) and as such the streets are littered with signs, platforms, and political agendas — and, of course, an odd assortment of politician.hopefuls spreading their propaganda. I was approached by one of these — not one of the more serious versions, though — as I was returning from my lunchtime wandering this afternoon. Apparently the magicbus of the dance party party broke down in the parking lot of a nearby gas station, and the wannabe public officials found themselves — oddly dressed as a giant frog and a cabaret starlet — stranded in the ESSO lot chasing down would.be voters in an attempt to solicit support.

Strange as it was, it was not nearly as sad as the provincial elections in Alberta a few years ago when, while walking home from the university I was stopped by a disheveled man on a bicycle. He was nearly incoherent as he shoved a brochure into my hand and reminded me in a round.about way that I needed to go vote “today.” Two things were wrong with this equation. First, I didn’t think it was entirely legal to campaign while the polls were open. Second, I would not have voted for that particular party anyhow, as I discovered a few minutes later that it was the pot party and the man on the bike was actually their candidate. I guess he was a little stressed or something and decided to smoke up his platform, or something. Very very sad.