for democracy

Usually I just write about...me. I tend to be a little self-involved.
But I find myself feeling very passionate when it comes to issues of the Canadian government.
Given, I probably don't understand all sides of the story. I try to keep up. But I am photographer, not a writer or a politician.
But what does it mean for a county when they no longer acknowledge democracy.
Yes, we are in a recession, as we were when the conservative government was voted in. And maybe something does need to be done. But not to the detriment of our rights and freedoms.
I didn't vote...I will admit that. But this has been the first election since I have been of age that I have missed.
I was sick in bed with a terrible cold. And I live in Alberta. In this riding we already knew before the election even started. I think the other candidates in the area came out with a combined total of maybe five percent of the vote.
I, in no way, shape, or form believe that a coalition is the way to go. Yes the parties joining has similarities. But if they were really all the same why three different parties.
The people who voted for them, probably hate Harper, and maybe with Just cause. But they voted for a certain party. Not all three.
Trying to see both of the coin, I can't justify this move at all.

up or down

When a good man dies there are tears. But who is to be the judge of good.
I imagine that he is up there, at least for the time being, until they come to a decision.
At the moment it doesn't hurt anymore.
It is possible that he may know more pain in death than he ever did in life.
I didn't cry. I probably wont.
I remember when I was young he told me that hiccups are a result of digestion. Or something like that. Eating to fast, drinking too much. And then he taught us a trick where you could tie someone up using a broom. I remember thinking it would be a great trick to use on a burglar.
But it wouldn't have worked. There was no way, and still isn't a way that I could convince a burglar to sit cross legged on the floor.
I remember that trailer so well. Where I slept, where I played, where I got in the way. The maple walnut ice cream and watermelon.
There is only one more to go from the trailer. I will cry when that happens. As I did with the one before this.
But not this time. But not for the lack of love. Or of memories.
But because good has not been decided yet.