Well folks, another day, another early morning hangout at Toronto Pearson Airport.
I am seriously starting to think that I know this place better than I do some of my friends.
I am seriously staring to think that I like this place better than I do some of my friends.
Although said friends don’t have a sweet twenty-four hours David’s Tea, nor do they have sexy fluorescent lighting that give myself, and all of my fellow travellers that all-too sought after “it may be consumption” pallor.
We should all be so lucky!
But back to what I was saying – AIRPORTS.
While I’m not the biggest fan of air flight (particularly takeoffs and landings – talk about hair-raising central!) I do have a perverse like for these giant atriums of travel.
They are the perfect mish-mash of random: Tim Horton’s restaurants (restaurants, hah!), nail salons, the obligatory Hudson Bay Store (we’re talking domestic Canadian airports here, otherwise, please substitute in Duty-Free and some fancy, chain, over-priced wine bar), sit-up massage chairs, totally random shoe shine stations, and store, after store chock-a-block of Tom Clancy and Mary Higgins Clark, magazines, expensive candy, and those head-rest pillows everyone (and yet no one?) seems to buy.
I am currently heading down to Halifax for a family visit, culminating in my cousin Andrew’s wedding taking place this Saturday.
I am the queen of carry-on, and managed to cram three dresses, two pairs of pants, two skirts, six shirts, three sweaters, two pairs of shoes, two winter running outfits, my pajamas, my computer, and all other manner of lady detritus in this here bag:
One day I’m going to get an award for this stuff!
Anyways, in completely different news, Canadian politics is totally nutters at the moment.
I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but Toronto mayor Rob Ford finally admitted to smoking crack cocaine, and yet somehow still refuses to resign from his position.
The man plans on running again next year for re-election!
WHAT THE WHAT.
His exact words:
“Exactly. Yes, I have smoked crack cocaine. I’ve made mistakes… all I can do is apologize and move on.”
“But, no, do I? Am I an addict? No.”
“Have I tried it? Probably in one of my drunken stupors, probably approximately about a year ago.
How is this man even a real human being!?
I feel like we are living in bizarre world.
If I was a journalist in Toronto right now I’d go around telling everyone that I was “one heck of a crack reporter!”
(Too much, I apologize. But it had to be said.)
Meanwhile, our national political stage is riddled with just as much madness.
Our Prime Minister doesn’t seem to have any knowledge of what has been going on with his Conservative senators, and is likely fuming over the fact that no one gives two cares about his free trade agreement with the European Union, when all anyone wants to do is talk about Mike Duffy’s cheque requisition program.
I am just waiting for Nigel Wright to show up at Question Time and pull a full-fledged Banquo.
IS THIS A DAGGER I SEE BEFORE ME?
I am mixing my Shakespeare all over the place, but I CANNOT HELP IT.
These situations mix me up!
And here in BC (or I suppose I should say “back in BC”, what with this being written in Toronto, or “The Big Smoke” if you will….there is another crack joke there, I’m sure) our premier Christy Clark has reneged on her promise not to go forward with plans to construct an oil pipeline from Alberta, and has instead met with Alison Redford (Alberta’s premier) and put together a set of points on how to go forward.
This decision just kills me.
We are going to be swimming in environmental damage, just you wait.
What drives me crazy here is that Clark keeps talking about how when she was re-elected, the electorate backed her plans to expand BC’s natural resource sector, when 1.) No one wanted this expansion to include a pipeline, and 2.) This woman wasn’t even re-elected in our last election! She lost her riding! She had to re-run in a jurisdiction where she was guaranteed to win, after the MLA-elect gave up his seat!
(Meanwhile, it’s just been revealed that he has been giving a plush position as an economic ambassador to BC’s Asian trading markets. But of course he has!)
But seriously folks, how are we supposed to have any faith in the democratic process, when so many of those involved display the utmost contempt for the entire system?
It drives me batty.
Marc has a theory that politicians should be paid very little money, in an effort to keep out those who are not invested in making the country/province/city a better place, and attract those who don’t care about bilking their travel expense claims for all that their worth.
I’m not sure what the answer is, but I do know that whatever we have going on right now, it really isn’t working.
Much like Mike Duffy, Patrick Brazeau, and Pamela Wallin.
(See what I did there?)
And now I’m off to find some overpriced food to eat with my four dollar water bottle.
I hope you all have an amazing morning.
Wherever in the world you happen to be.