So there’s evidently a local election going on that I wasn’t aware of. It’s probably something at the town level, or I would have seen signs driving about. Want to know how I found out about this election? Well, it’s a funny story actually. I came home from work a few days ago, and Jodi says, “We got the most ridiculous note in the mail today.”
“I can’t even explain… just read it. It’s on the counter.”
I pick it up. It is folded in half.
A hand-written note on a torn piece of ringed binder paper is really rather endearing. I can only envision this guy — whom I discovered after the fact to be a local pastor, who apparently identifies heavily with the NDP — hunched over a table all week, scrawling the same thing over and over again by hand, getting frustrated and scrapping the ones where he caught major spelling errors and couldn’t gracefully fix them. The fact that he didn’t know how to spell “candidate” does not, in itself, disqualify him from office in my mind. Nor does the fact that he possibly didn’t have the funds to get a page printed professionally, or the resources to print something himself. Being poor does not in itself disqualify one from local office either.
No, what would keep me from voting for him is the fundamental lack of understanding of what kind of change can be made in the position he’s running for.
I’ll grant you that I don’t know exactly what office he’s running for, because this was the first hint I’ve gotten that there’s a local election going on. I can tell you that it’s not a federal or provincial election, though. Nobody short of a provincial politician could do anything about our power rates, given that NS Power is a private company. And to think that a local politician could affect taxes outside of property tax rates, and even that is heavily dependent on the realities of revenue and land value, is terribly amusing, but removes all the goodwill he’d won with me for his personal note.
I’m sorry, Local Candidate. I can’t vote for you. While I get your sincerity, I can’t put someone into office who’s so evidently ignorant of what kinds of promises they can make and actually keep.