Hell yes. Please give us a boring, non trump ball licking, PM
I would love to see a minority government of any form. Make parties work together.
That being said, I’d rather not have to work with Conservatives. There only two policies of “fuck Trudeau” and “fuck carbon tax” just aren’t doing it for me.
If this happens as per the polls, can my dear friends in the NDP please convince Charlie Angus to run one final leadership campaign? Specifically the not-holding-back version we have right now? I’m no pollster but the mood in this country feels absolutely ripe for that were a leadership campaign to happen now.
Tom Mulcair would have been a god (lead pipe cinch right now), but they failed themselves.
They need to put Rachel Notley front and center.
Notley political quadrant is vidtually idebtical to Carney… She ditched progressive agenda in hunt of power
But I can agree that in politics are few people with enough charisma to lead. She is one of them.
I’m really hoping for a minority Liberal + NDP government with an electoral reform deal. Imo it’s the most important policies that need to be passed.
As long as Singh is running, I strongly doubt that the NDP will have any serious number of seats. It’s unfortunate, but people don’t trust that spineless flip-flopper and it’ll be next to impossible to change such a reputation unless if something extraordinary happens.
In the northern realm of Arnor, where the maple banners yet fly free, a shadow loomed from the south. Krasnov the Cunning, a creature twisted by power and desire, whispered of unity—but his was a unity of chains. “Join us,” he hissed, eyes glinting like tarnished gold. “Become the Fifty-First Hold of my dominion.” But the Free Peoples of the North heard the echo of his words, and in them, they found only the voice of the One Ring, calling for subjugation.
Yet, the realm was not without champions. Strider of the North, a ranger long wandering the halls of gold and commerce, strode forth, now bearing the mantle of leadership. He spoke of sovereignty and steel, of a kingdom that would not bow. By his side stood Boromir of the West, a warrior of the old guard, whose sword-arm was strong but whose heart at times wavered, torn between the power promised by the south and the duty he bore to his homeland.
The battle was not yet upon them, but the winds carried tidings of what was to come. Would the Free Peoples stand firm against the creeping grasp of Krasnov? Or would whispers of power divide them, leaving the land ripe for the taking? The road ahead was perilous, but one truth remained: the North would not fall without a fight.