I keep having a recurring dream that I am an MP for the Liberal Party from somewhere in the Maritimes. I am immensely popular. I am a Young Turk. I am sort of like Peter MacKay except younger, luckier in love, better looking, better dressed, and in possession a cabinet position and an infinitely superior ideological stance (although, c'mon, this had to be a dream, I'm NDP in real life). My life is like a low-key version of The West Wing, because I am a Canadian MP after all.

It's pretty sweet and then I wake up and wonder what the hell am I doing dreaming about being a politician? Everyone knows I'd make a far better despot than elected official.


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