One day after the Orange Tsunami swept across Nova Scotia, the province has yet to sink into the chilly waters of the North Atlantic, the NKVD has yet to come knocking at my door, private businesses still exist, and there are as of yet no mandatory bongo lessons.
While I’m pleased that Rodney “lock up those crazy kids” MacDonald got the boot he so rightfully deserved last night, I’ll reserve judgment on my new socialist overlords until a later date. While Dexter’s moderation of the Nova Scotia NDP means their overall ideology likely resembles my own, I stand by my earlier statement that a large part of their agenda remains a question mark, due to the relatively lackluster policy document they released.
If Dexter wants to work his way into my good books quickly, lighting a fairly large bonfire under the collective behinds of Halifax Regional Municipal Council would be a good place to start. Halifax has been dumping raw sewage into the Harbour since one of the local treatment plants failed back in January, causing the city to become a national embarrassment. The weather out here is warming up, and I would like to take a walk along the boardwalk sometime soon without seeing “floatables” bobbing along between the jellyfish.
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