Friday, December 12, 2003

It's snowing. Everything looks very pretty out my study window. My sermons are finished. Dora babysat our surrogate grandchildren for a few hours today (I got to play with them at lunch time). My daughter is playing the piano right now. Life is good.

I can think of one sad thing, though; The Right Honourable, the Prime Minister, Mr. Jean Chretien has retired from politics today after 40 years in the House and 10 years as PM. I have never voted for him or his party, and likely never will (vote Liberal), but Mr. Chretien added colour to Canadian politics and life. Things will be much blander after today. No longer will we be able to boast that our PM can't speak either of our two official languages. Nor will we be stymied by such tortured assessments as, "I don't know, a proof is a proof. What kind of a proof is a proof? A proof is a proof and when you have a good proof it's because it's proven." (PM Jean Chretien, when asked what kind of proof he would need of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq before deciding to send Canadians along on the Bush invasion-September 5th on CTV news)

It's a good thing we Canadians don't take ourselves very seriously. Hopefully we won't start now that we have a Bay Street man at 24 Sussex Drive rather than a blue collar man.

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