Crisis in the Circle

Wise men lay up knowledge; but the mouth of the foolish is near destruction.
Proverbs 10:14

The talking heads move and utter meaningless sounds. The papers contain words, but no longer relate a message. The vibes that usually resonate to the primeval mass of the Canadian Shield are muted and frighteningly are lately sometimes silent. The old sweats in the Tim Horton's are talking about children and the snow. The Oracle of Ottawa is alarmed. Something is wrong, the ever droning background buzz of the political beast has become all but silent. Has Jack Layton caused the clam to close, by identifying the young jihadists in the Prime Ministers Office? Has the pressure of suppression become so high that it is all about to blow?

There is only one solution. I must confer with the wise man. To Arnprior we must go to seek the real beat and blat of the condition of the Conservative Bund. Yes, having called first, my grand old Dad has agreed to allow me a brief audience on two conditions; (1) Medium coffee, double cream, (2) No big words. Done and done... The trip is about a half an hour and is always relaxing. Five minutes past the Carleton Place exit lay the Canada as it looked more or less before any of us Gringo's got here. The rock cuts tell their story of eons of geologic time and appear to mock you in their proud and silent insolence. You are but an evolutionary joke and our scarring of the environment is a mere cosmic ball scratch followed by a disappointing fart.

Upon arrival the wife an I are escorted to the Privy Council Chamber of the Ottawa Valley, the back room off the kitchen. Greetings and niceties are exchanged. It is Roll up The Rim To Win time in Canada. My august Dad fix's me in his sights and asks; "Do you feel lucky son?"
" Well Dad, I haven't got that horse shoe up my arse surgically removed yet" I cockingly reply...
" Whats on your mind boy?" Which means cut to it or else....
" Well Dad, I was wondering.. Cheryl Gallant, how much is she going to win by in the next election?"
"She ain't! She's up for the jump!" 
 It doesn't happen often, but I was lost for words, I scanned the room to make sure I was in the right house... 
 " You mean to say she won't win?"  I asked in my hopefully canceled mental stagger...
" The coffee circle at the Arnprior Mall has officially written her off.."
It is all but official now. the talking about politics goes on so long at the mall that new dentures start biting worse then a pinched larded arse in over stout Spandex..
"Well..who is going to replace her?, Who will you vote for?" I ask in now unfeigned shock...
" The NDP ran a nice candidate last time, I might part the heavens and give them a shot." he replied.
" Holy shit Dad! You have just made a huge leap in your political, sociological and  ideological awareness!"
 " Time to go boy... I just heard some big words..." he said sternly...
 "Damn!!"

It is dark and black as oil thirty seconds outside of town. I am going over it all again and again in my mind. Yet I still can't reconcile the words to the message I have just received. This doesn't match the media view at all. Nothing makes sense, the whole world is going nuts...It's gonna be a wild year!    

A tune from my miss spent but much enjoyed youth.....