This coming April 30th will be Beltane (Yes! Party time!) And incredibly, we have just discovered that it will also be Stephen Harper's birthday... huh.
Rhiannon just asked "How old is Stephen Harper?"
"I don't know", I said. "Maybe fifty-something?"
"Great!!" She exclaimed, with abundant joy. "Then we'll have a new Prime Minister within my lifetime!!!"
"Because he'll retire!"
I was kind of a flabbergasted. Does she seriously understand so little about politics? "But Annie! We have elections! Hopefully he'll be replaced by somebody better this year, already!"
"But everyone always elects him. But if he gets too old he'll have to retire."
"We don't always elect him! I sure don't! Hopefully we'll have someone different, this time."
"But he's always been the Prime Minister."
"No, we've had lots..." And then I realized: Stephen Harper has been our Prime Minister since Rhiannon was 2. Poor Rhiannon, she's lived most of her life in a climate of political bullying and idiocy. She doesn't even know it can be different. Please let's make it different, this time! I am hoping for a Green-NDP coalition. Wouldn't that be something?
Happy Birthday, Mr. Harper. I hope it's so miraculously fabulous that you feel inclined to retire.