As it stands, right now, I refuse to vote for Toronto’s next mayor. This does not mean that I am not participating in the vote. Nonetheless, in this article I present to you a campaign. You see, I am campaigning against
my husband. I am fighting for my right not to vote.
And quite frankly,
Nellie McClung would be proud.
I spent two weekends in a row at the WR: The waiting room. Otherwise known as the ER or “emergency room.”
Not to sound entitled, but there are certain things one expects from universal healthcare.
Universality, being one.
Health, another.
And, finally, care.
You see, my father has a heart condition. Over the past eight weeks his heart has been beating down the days until his triple bypass surgery. Meanwhile, there has been a complication from a related procedure, and he developed an aneurysm in his arm.
Left untreated, he could have lost his arm - or even his life. In this instance, thank goodness, he only lost his mind.

The Animal Holocaust started a few days ago, and since has created a media firestorm. Now the Ontario Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals is storm(troop)ing back.
In the OSPCA’s first address to the media in the past couple days, as it avoided all calls and communication earlier, its chairman, Rob Godfrey said, "Yeah, the good news is that there's not gonna be mass euthanasia."
At the time of publishing, 99 animals had already been euthanized by the OSPCA’s Newmarket shelter, due to a highly treatable ringworm infection.
NINETY-NINE is NOT mass murder, Mr. Godfrey?
It all starts innocent enough.
“Come, hang out! Have a good time.”
You go. You eat. You drink. Have a fun night out.
Next thing you know, you’ve been violated – by the city of Toronto.
The city slipped a roofie in my meter.