Incoherently Yours

                I’ve never been one for politics. To be honest, I know far less about politics than a responsible adult should. It’s something I’ve been thinking I need to re-study and learn – not because it intrigues me, but more because it infuriates me. Too often it feels like my job as a Canadian citizen is to vote for which pile of poo stinks less.                 When the whole #elbowgate fiasco erupted yesterday, I posted this on Facebook: I can only imagine the uproar of the Liberals if a Conservative Prime Minister had taken a man by the elbow and escorted him away from a conversation - elbowing a woman in the chest as he did so. Prime Ministers aren't supposed to be bouncers. ‪#‎ keepyourhandstoyourself                 Turns out the uproar is pretty much exactly the same as it would have been if any party’s winning Prime Minister had done this.                 I stand by my Facebook post. I watched the video, like many others did. I watched some reportin

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