Stream of (un)consciousness

I am back. It is not as if I have anything to report today. I just thought that I would check in and hope that something inspires me. So far, nothing has. I mean we now have a Conservative minority government up here in the Land of the Bland. I am mildly disappointed. If the current campaign and such could not get those in the urban areas of Ontario to vote Conservative, then I am left to wonder about my city, province and country.

I have thought that before. I mean I cannot understand why people could not see through the mediocre human being they elected three times (Jean Chretien). It makes me wonder whether I am like Cassandra. Cassandra was the oracle at Troy who was given the gift of being a seer but cursed by the fact that nobody would listen to her. She did try to warn her city about the Trojan Horse, but nobody listened and we all know how that turned out.

I do not want to be seen as the guy spouting crazy, seemingly incoherent words on the street. Then again, I would not have to shave, so there is some upside. I could grow me one of those cool, Saddam down in the spider hole type of long beards. I think with the gray in it, it would give either an air of wisdom or when matted (and it would have to be) an air of complete insanity. Either way, it would be quite the look. I could even let my hair grow long.

Of course, given the fine texture of my hair, it would be similar to the hair that Kim Mitchell sported in the late 80s/early 90s and that would not be good for anybody. I could end up looking a bit like Riff Raff from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, with a long, gray, dirt matted beard. In any event, it would be a look that would make me and my family proud.

I am also thinking that I would have to let those damn ear and nose hairs grow, too. That would just lend a look of a Q-tip gone wrong, or should I say, a wet Q-tip gone wrong. As I see it, it is still wrong, but perhaps that is my destiny.

There I said it. How I got to a homeless guy's beard and uncontrollable hair growth from the election results, I do not know. That is why this was a stream of concsiousness thing. I would say we hit some rapids but that was pretty damn far from rapids. Where was the danger? Where was the rush? You get no rush from bowling, George, and you get no rush from me today. Ciao!