Pink elephants! | The Journal of Montreal

Don’t worry, I haven’t taken any banned substances. I am breathing in the aroma of the first election promises and already I am on a high.

It smells like fresh dollars

Substantial tax reduction. Check payable. Solving the housing crisis.

Family doctors for all. Home care for the elderly. Teachers in all classes. Daycare vacancies.

In 2022, candidates are still sweet-talking us for elections.

However, there are promises like artificial paradise; We dream, we fly, but alas the “buzz” is ephemeral and waking, cruel.

The circus begins!

What rabbit are our candidates going to find coming out of their hats?

How, through the ages, manages to amaze us with the same ingenuity…

Hello constituency visits, rallies, spaghetti dinners or corn roasts, door to door, meetings with elders, baby talk…

From time to time, a discussion of ideas, a sensational announcement. All interspersed with sessions of stoning the opponent.

Choose me! I am the most beautiful, the most beautiful, the best, the best, the most honest, the most true. Only my party can give you a bright tomorrow. The other is weak, deceitful, incompetent, forget it!

What’s new in recent years?

The arena of social networks is also where the battles between the parties take place. Trolls sneak into the trenches and sweat in the air. A problem…

What does the candidate need?

See us at the polls on Election Day to draw our cross in the correct box.

In a democracy, we use the same old method to drag us out of our holes.

We are served the same salad, a clever cocktail of commitments. So, hovering in the cloud of promises, do we see pink elephants? Alas, these are only election signs.