A weird thing happened on the way to work this morning.
My morning commute ritual happens like so: I hop on my express bus, grab a seat (if available), then pop in my earphones and listen to my iPhone's daily offering of podcasts. In about a half hour or so, I'm downtown. Commute done. Mission accomplished.
However, this morning, before I get a chance to have at my podcasts, a guy stands up to face the throng of seated commuters. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, could I have your attention please?"
Was this a bus-jacking? Was I going to go down in a hail of bullets? Maybe he's from Calgary Transit. But he's not wearing a uniform! Speak man! Why are you standing in front of the bus talking to us?
The introduces himself and tells us that he's the NDP candidate for our riding. Then I'm thinking that I'm about to be subject to 30 minutes of left-wing propaganda. The hail of bullets is looking mighty good right about now.
He goes on to say that he'd be passing around a clip board, he's collecting signatures so that he can be put on the ballet for the upcoming October 14th General Election. When the clipboard came to me, I thought "Well, your funeral." In the spirit of democracy, I signed it. An NDP guy getting elected in Calgary is about as likely as me being mistake for Tom Cruise (you see, he's quite a a bit shorter than me, so this could never happen).
What about the precedent here? Are commuters on the bus fair game for grandstanding? Should Calgary Transit crack down on speech-makers? My opinion right now, as I sit on my milk crate at work here, is to let 'em.
This may happen again, but I hope the speech maker is prepared for alot of blank stares from people with earphones on.
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You putting your name on anything for the NDP is not a good career move. You just signed your death warrant for getting a job in the private sector. Or did you sign it 'Darwin Grenwich'?
Darwin is too left wing even for the NDP.
The poor guy is going to get crushed. My riding is a little low on the granola-eating, tofu-loving, vegan pleather-wearing, no-deodorant, sandal-footed, hemp-wearin', peacenik ultra-left wingers.
I guarantee you they were all pity signatures.
A captive audience. That's pretty sad. I hope the Jehovah's Witnesses weren't taking notes.
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