I've been following Libby Davies on Facebook for the past hour (I met her here in Ottawa- she's smart and eloquent and a politician who CARES) and her posts on the casket arriving in the Hall of Honour are moving.
She says it's very solemn right now.
But the tribute to Jack on the Parliament lawn is lovely.
Orange candles burning, cases of Orange Crush soda (a symbol of Jack's massive election win), bountiful flowers and hand-made tributes.
It's hard to believe he's gone.
He'll get a State Funeral in Toronto.
Harper couldn't refuse that- if he did, he'd be the coldest motherfucker on planet earth, and the people would've demanded it from that lying scumbag regardless.
Jack deserves nothing less. Had cancer not taken him, he would've eventually been our Prime Minister.
His wife Olivia is still an NDP MP, so you'd better believe that things on the Hill will get REAL serious.
It amazes me how much the media up here underestimate the NDP.
It really does.
Even citizens- I got into an argument with a guy standing in line at Starbucks when I laughed at him saying Harper is the smartest man to ever be in Canadian politics. He angrily snapped at me: "What, do you think the Liberals should be running this country?", thinking I'm an un-informed loser.
I fired back: No. The Liberals don't exist. Didn't you follow the election? The NDP should be running this country. Because they care about this country. He shot back "Socialism will never work in this country, Buddy"
I said: It already does, BUDDY. Our health care system is pure socialism. And I don't think you'd want it to disappear. Would you?
He said "Fuck You".
I didn't reply. I just got my coffee and left. It's good enough just knowing that he knew I wasn't the guy he thought I was. Sometimes that's all I need. Because arguments with others can escalate or descend into stupid bullshit that one doesn't really need. A headache that you could've avoided with better choice of words or tone of voice...
"Set the controls for the heart of the Sun" - Pink Floyd
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