Month: June 2004

Apparently, showing the maximum amount of forehead is considered good…. Perhaps that’s the reasoning here. If so, Jack Layton shouldn’t just be prime minister–he should be Emperor of the Known Galaxy.

I just received a call from one of the worst telephone representatives for a political candidate I’ve ever heard. Not only did he speak quickly and mumble–even after I pointed out the fact that he was doing so–he wouldn’t say anything about the candidate’s policies when I asked him directly in response to one of his inflammatory rhetorical questions. When he requested my e-mail address (ostensibly to send campaign literature, although I’m hardly naive enough to believe it wouldn’t soon be overflowing with propaganda from the leader and the interest groups that fund the campaign) I instead asked him if I could visit the candidate’s or the party’s website; he was either unable or unwilling to provide the information, and instead gave me an 800 number to call.

Did I mention the candidate’s name? No? Funny, the caller hardly did either, preferring instead to rail on against the federal Liberals. What galls me even more is that, through the wonder of caller ID, I saw that the call was placed from the 416 area code, i.e. Toronto, which means the candidate’s team didn’t even hire local people to do his electioneering.

I don’t know who I will ultimately support in this election, but I’m absolutely certain now of who I won’t. Tim Gatten, you’ve lost any possibility of receiving my vote through your staff’s ineptitude, your lack of constructive policies and ideas, as represented by the script given to this phone monkey and the rhetoric spouted by your party’s leader, and your obvious lack of loyalty to your own community. I’m taking the advice given in your own campaign slogan: I demand better.