Energy is the new politics.
It’s very cold here in Canada. And we’re running out of oil. And we’re cutting down all the trees. So we need more energy.
But it’s okay, because we’re the people who carved a country out of this land.
So we’ll figure it out. Eventually. Or the Americans will pay us to do it.
I’m watching Kojak. The new series. It’s class.
The women in it all are a bit stupid.
All the ads here are about cars. Or losing weight. Or getting your teeth whitened. Or buying furniture on credit.
Or signing up for charity events.
What amazes me is there are a whole lot of people here who are on television here all the time, and I have no idea where they drink.
But they must drink somewhere.
Everybody does.
Anyway, Kojak hates white men. But he always falls for their helpless wives.
Just a little.
And he wears a hat.
I bet half the province is watching this muck.
Somebody said to me today, why is it that all these people bust a gut to get something out, and then it’s not on?
And I said excuse me?
Because I was really shocked. That she could think that. That politics was on anyone’s agenda on the Friday evening of the May Bank Holiday.
Why do I always have to work bank holidays?
We’re dealing with a big murder tonight on Kojak.
Ten thousand dollars.
You could get two people shot with that on the streets of Dublin.
Now they’re advertising going to the optician regularly.
I cannot figure out the advertising demographic of this province.
Gardening store.
Tuesday on Breakfast television. This one is on a lot.
Now there’s some tv movie about a mother’s fear.
I think I’m on the wrong channel.
The Japanese have it I think.
It’s just all a big wrestling match.
But they made an art of it.
Kojak’s telling the crazy woman that if she believes in God it’ll be alright. So she puts her weapon down. And then she gets shot.
Oops.
There are so many wrongs.
But Kojak has the answer.
The two top stories on the news tonight are about school bullying. The police are arresting loads of kids.
I hope it’s picked up.
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