Dear Mr. Politician ...

Dear Mr. Politician,

We’re having an election next week, although I’m sure you’re well aware of that, considering you’re running in it.

There are three major political parties in Nova Scotia that we can vote for in this election.

Liberal.  PC.  Or NDP.

Yes, I know we also have the Green Party. Unfortunately, they could have the BEST candidate, but they’re never given serious consideration by the voters.

So we’re left with the main three.

Despite the fact I think it's time and a smart move to make marijuana legal, there isn’t much else the Liberals are offering that would entice me to vote for them.

And the way Stephen McNeil has butchered the film industry, and pissed off the teachers and health care workers in this province, the writing is on the wall … it’s time for him to go.

So that leaves us looking for a new leader.

Along with the new leader comes the party.

Liberal.  PC.  NDP.

Dear Mr. Politician, you made it very easy for me to choose my candidate this year.

The Liberals don’t have a shot at my vote.

But you?  You did.

I would have happily opened my door and listened to your campaign pitch.

But you didn’t give me that opportunity.

Dear Mr. Politician, a few weeks ago, I saw you walking down my street with another man.

I’ll be honest, at first I thought you were with the religious organization that tends to knock on people’s doors, looking to save and convert souls, but you were not.

I watched you walk out of my neighbours yard, and walk straight past my house, and you went to my OTHER neighbor.

At the time, I was confused.  Why were these men going door to door?  Visiting the neighbours on either side of me?

On Monday, when I got to work and discussed the strange sight with a co-worker, I found out that it was you, Mr. Politician.  You had been the man walking down my street with your campaign person, speaking to ‘the people’.

Was I disappointed that you didn’t stop in and speak to me?

At first?  Yes.

Then?  I was pissed off.

Because you see, Mr. Politician, although I didn’t know who YOU were, I did take note of your campaign person with you, and saw that it was my landlord.

My landlord and I don’t like each other. At all.

So I can only assume, Mr. Politician, since you didn’t give me any other option, that the reason you did NOT stop and knock on MY door, even though you went to the houses on either side of me, is because of something my landlord said to you.

I don’t know this for a fact.

I can only assume, because you didn’t knock on my door.  You didn’t stop in. 

You gave me no other option than to assume you didn’t want to speak with me because my landlord doesn’t like me.

It couldn’t be that you didn’t stop in because there was nobody home.

There were two cars in the driveway.

It couldn’t be that you thought there was nobody living there eligible to vote, because really, you generally have to be an adult of voting age to own/rent a home.

So again, I can only assume, Mr. Politician, since you didn’t give me any other option, that the reason you did NOT stop and knock on MY door, even though you went to the houses on either side of me, is because of something my landlord said to you (yes, I know I just said that twice, I'm making a point!).

And to that, I have to ask … really?  REALLY?!?!?!?

Dear Mr. Politician, remember this?

You had TWO eligible voters living in a house you just casually walked by.

You had two people, in two different demographics, who could have jumped on your bandwagon, and rallied the troops, and ‘spread the word’ about what a great candidate you were, and what an asset you’d be to our community.

But you didn’t give us that opportunity, did you?

Whatever my landlord said to you, made your decision for you, and that, in turn, Mr. Politician, has made MY decision for me.

Perhaps my landlord was afraid I would call him out in front of you for not being someone who actually does what he says he will do. {I wouldn't have, because our personal issues have nothing to do with the election.}

Perhaps my landlord was afraid I would tell you about having to go 5 months without dependable water. {I wouldn't have, because our personal issues have nothing to do with the election.}

Perhaps my landlord just said I was a royal Bitch, and wouldn’t vote for you simply because HE was walking alongside of you.

Who knows why, Mr. Politician?  I don’t.  Because you didn’t give me that opportunity.  Did you?

And now?  There is ONE party left that will get my vote.

It won’t be the ones who have screwed the film industry or govt. workers.

It won’t even necessarily be the ones who may be the better party to vote for.

The candidate who will get my vote, will be the one who has his own mind, and is willing to meet everyone.  Not just those he is steered towards, for one reason or another.

Dear Mr. Politician, it may have only been two votes to you.

But it spoke volumes to me.

I really did want to hear your views. You may be a great person, and a fantastic candidate to represent our area, but I’ll never know that, will I?  Because you didn't gave me the opportunity to find out. 

You walked on by.

Dear Mr. Politician, someone will get my vote next week, but it won’t be you.

I want a representative who wants to hear from everyone.  Not someone who is going to pick and choose who they want to represent. 

I don't want someone who can be THAT easily swayed NOT to take everyone into consideration.

I’d rather put that check mark next to ‘Other’, or even the deceased Tuxedo Stan, rather than next to someone who decided to exclude some of his constituents that day, for whatever reason.

Go Green!

Kidding.  Even *I* wouldn’t go that far!

Who will I vote for?

The guy who took the time and stopped by my house today.  The one who left his pamphlet with a handwritten, 'Sorry we missed you', in the door because I wasn't home.

At least HE tried.

HE will get my vote.

Dear Mr. Politician, next time ... please think for yourself.


Get out and vote, people.  If you don’t, don’t bitch about how they’re running/ruining your country!

K.