Why oh why! The fates point a camera in my face, and ask me “Do you have faith in Stephen Harper as prime minister?”
And I freeze! I mutter moronic ramblings as my brain shuts down. And twice stare straight into the camera. But I’m not saying anything interesting! Ach! I should legally change my name to “Bambi’s Mother”. I’m going to have nightmares about this for Weeks!
My chance to reach the masses in one fell swoop! Express my disgust and outrage that we have elected a bigot with no respect for our environment, yet who possesses a huge blush & crush on George W. And did I mention my chance to promote my website (ok, I understand that that is purely self-centred, but it’s still an opportunity not so much missed as bazooka’d)!
The horror! But at least I resisted the urge to run back after them, and try again. That would have been glutton for punishment as an extreme sport!
Guess I’ll stick to print to express my views, and go with my gut instinct next time that is screaming “No Comment!”
