Picking our next pied piper
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blogcutter"Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking
To find the remedy we're lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"
It's Election Day in Canada! We get to choose the politicians who will represent us in Parliament and form our next Government. Will they come up with suitable remedies for what ails our country and our people, or will they have to be sent packing, maybe even before four years are up?
We're also at the tail end of National Poetry Month, which is why I thought it apt to cite the above lines from the Robert Browning poem, The Pied Piper of Hamelin.
While the poem dates back to the 19th century, the legend is much older. In a nutshell, the town of Hamelin, plagued by rats, hires the piper to play his pipes and lure the rats out of town to meet their doom. The town doesn't pay the piper so the piper strikes up a new tune and lures the town's children away to THEIR doom. Kinda like the Sixties Scoop, you know? In fact, back in the day when I memorized the poem for school, the sixties scoop was ongoing, but I didn't know it then. Instead, in history class we were fed a highly expurgated version of the evolution of Canada, through romanticized books like Fair Domain and One Dominion (yes, those are the actual textbook titles).
Here's Wikipedia's entry on the pied piper legend:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pied_Piper_of_Hamelin
And here, from Gutenberg.org, is the Robert Browning poem with illustrations by Kate Greenaway:
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/18343/18343-h/18343-h.htm
So anyway, my partner and I voted today. I hope you vote too, if you're eligible.
It was actually quite quick and straightforward. We set out for the polls just after 10:30 AM and were out of there by 10:45. On the way back home, the mail truck was parked by our community mailbox and we were able to pick up the mail, such as it was.
Back home, we had lunch and for dessert, we went out and treated ourselves to our first ice cream cone of the season (Muskoka Mocha for me, Key Lime Pie for my Companion). I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
I may scream even louder once the election results come in. I just hope it won't be a scream of pure agony!
To find the remedy we're lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"
It's Election Day in Canada! We get to choose the politicians who will represent us in Parliament and form our next Government. Will they come up with suitable remedies for what ails our country and our people, or will they have to be sent packing, maybe even before four years are up?
We're also at the tail end of National Poetry Month, which is why I thought it apt to cite the above lines from the Robert Browning poem, The Pied Piper of Hamelin.
While the poem dates back to the 19th century, the legend is much older. In a nutshell, the town of Hamelin, plagued by rats, hires the piper to play his pipes and lure the rats out of town to meet their doom. The town doesn't pay the piper so the piper strikes up a new tune and lures the town's children away to THEIR doom. Kinda like the Sixties Scoop, you know? In fact, back in the day when I memorized the poem for school, the sixties scoop was ongoing, but I didn't know it then. Instead, in history class we were fed a highly expurgated version of the evolution of Canada, through romanticized books like Fair Domain and One Dominion (yes, those are the actual textbook titles).
Here's Wikipedia's entry on the pied piper legend:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pied_Piper_of_Hamelin
And here, from Gutenberg.org, is the Robert Browning poem with illustrations by Kate Greenaway:
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/18343/18343-h/18343-h.htm
So anyway, my partner and I voted today. I hope you vote too, if you're eligible.
It was actually quite quick and straightforward. We set out for the polls just after 10:30 AM and were out of there by 10:45. On the way back home, the mail truck was parked by our community mailbox and we were able to pick up the mail, such as it was.
Back home, we had lunch and for dessert, we went out and treated ourselves to our first ice cream cone of the season (Muskoka Mocha for me, Key Lime Pie for my Companion). I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
I may scream even louder once the election results come in. I just hope it won't be a scream of pure agony!
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