>Your Last Reminder And Some Other Somewhat Related Crap

>Imentionedit yesterday, but it never hurts to say it again. Canadians, there are only a few hours left. If you haven’t done so already, go vote, for Christ’s sake! Seriously, don’t make meyell at youagain. Consider this. If Carin and I were willing to possibly get lost in the middle of a quiet residential area just so we could draw an X on a piece of paper, the rest of you are going to have to work pretty damn hard to come up with a good excuse not to. I’ve never been one to buy that if I don’t vote they’re not my government and I’m not responsible for what they do crap. Whether you vote or not you still have to pay taxes, and it’s better to pour money into ideas you can get behind than ones you can’t. So head out before it’s too late and let your voice be heard, even if you’re using it to supportthe jerkoff in the sweater vest.

On the subject of voting, I want to give a big thanks to the folks running our polling station. Some of those people have been less than helpful over the years to say the least, but the people we dealt with today were great. If you’re reading this and you were running things at the June Avenue Public School polls, the little girl with the dog and the tired looking fat guy appreciate you taking the time to help us out without complaining about it, treating us like geeks or arguing with us over what does and does not constitute braille. It means a lot.

I do have one question for you guys though. Weren’t you supposed to ID us? I watched that girl at the table question everybody around us, but we just handed over the little info card and we were on our way. I guess you must have gotten the nobody ID’s blind people memo that everybody seems to get. Swear to God, I think I’ve only ever been ID’d 8 times in my entire life, 6 at polls and twice at this stupid beer store when I used to live in Brantford and didn’t happen to have anything with me. That was ok though because all I had to do was walk across the parking lot to the liquor store and make my purchases no questions asked. Nice going, jackasses. I’m not sure what makes blind people so trustworthy, but I’m ok with it. It allowed me to sneak into a lot of bars (even the strip ones where they’re insane about that sort of thing) when I was a kid and to easily get my hands on quite a bit of stuff I shouldn’t have been able to lay hands on until much later. On a side note, Greg, do you remember that time we went to the rippers and that strange guy told the bouncer to let me in because I was a good guy who was there all the time…and he listened? That ruled.

Anyway, I’ve kept you people long enough. Stop reading this and go vote for somebody. We’ll be here when you get back.

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