It's voting day in Ontario, and I must admit I have no idea who is going to win this weird election.
The last polls are in, but while some have the NDP and the Cons running neck to neck.
Most are predicting a Ford majority.
And one thing is clear, only a large turnout can save us from the bestial Dougie.
I watched last night's Ontario election debate, and when it was over I couldn't decide who had won it, Kathleen Wynne or Andrea Horwath.
I thought both Wynne and Horwath put in strong performances, especially when they attacked Doug Ford instead of each other.
Although I would give Wynne a slight edge for the dignified defence of her record in office, and subtract a point from Horwath for interrupting her opponents again and again which I found annoying.
But nothing was as annoying as Ford's performance.
Well as you might remember, when we last left Doug Ford, he was up to his waist in the his ethical swamp, protesting or bellowing his innocence.
Claiming that he would never sell bogus party memberships.
Or intimidate another candidate.
And of course dodging questions from the media.
But what a difference a day makes. Yesterday he was still treading water.
Today he's sinking like a stone.
Doug Ford's handlers have been pulling out all the stops, trying to portray their candidate as Mr Nice Guy.
The kind of guy you can trust to run a lemonade stand, and/or Canada's most powerful province.
But sadly for him too many people know Dougie.
And it's just not working.
Well at the end of this long day, I guess it's safe to say that the people of Ontario weren't too impressed with Tim Hudak's vision of the future.
They didn't like his Made in America plan to create jobs by killing them.
Or the fact he couldn't count.
And they did send him and his hideous Cons a clear and unmistakable message:
Ontario is still progressive, and so is Canada.
With just two days before the Ontario election, and still not having decided whether to vote for the NDP or the Liberals, I decided to check out the lawn signs on the island, which is part of Trinity-Spadina riding.
And the results were no surprise. The island is still mostly orange, with a touch of green. The only blue signs are the ones from the No Jets at the Toronto Island Airport campaign.
And between that and the hypnotic scent of the giant ORANGE poppies...
For a moment I thought I might be able to vote for the NDP, for sentimental reasons.
And get away with it.
It was dull grey rainy Sunday on the waterfront where I live, but at least it gave me a chance to collect my thoughts, wonder what is happening to this country I sometimes no longer recognize.
And of course try to figure out who the hell I'm going to vote for in the Ontario election.
Because with only three days to go before voters go to the polls it's crunch time in the Big O.
And it has been the weirdest election I've ever seen.
As well as the worst...
It only took about fifteen minutes of watching the Ontario leader's debate before I started to wish that I was watching something else. Anything else.
Or just lounging around with my friends on a lovely warm evening, like I suspect most people in the province were doing.
Because it was bad eh?
It was amateur hour. It was horribly mediocre. It was incredibly boring, in a painful depressing way. It was a REALLY bad movie.
