Jim Watson: Give me a sign!
I’ve pretty much decided against voting for Jim Watson in this year’s mayoralty race, and here’s why.
I hate Dr. Evil, I’m talking hate, hate, hate. So I called the Watson campaign to get a sign. Three weeks ago. It never came.
I called again last week, and the young fellar on the other end of the line said something about the incompetence of volunteers. Said he would send a sign crew around this week. I told him not to forget, that I live on the ideal corner for political signs, one with heavy car and foot traffic.
This is Sunday and the sign never came.
So I’m thinking if the Watson campaign can’t organize a sign for my lawn, how are they going to sort out this city’s transit woes, or the crookedness at Ottawa Hydro? They can’t deliver one sign to one lady on a good political corner. What good are they?
My puzzle now is who to vote for. Again, I would rather see Dr. Evi’s bald head on the chopping block like some unfortunate grain fed chicken than vote for him, so he’s out. And Andy Hayden is, and always has been, a bald bully. And he looks like he’s ready to keel over. Ditto for Peter Clarke, another geezer who’s running for something.
So my vote comes down to any other candidate — I think there are about a million of them — or Clive Doucet.
Clive doesn’t have any signs. He’s too poor and doesn’t have enough support, but at least he’s not promising me a sign and not delivering on that promise. He doesn’t like any of the transit plans and neither do I. He doesn’t like Landsdowne Live and neither do I.
So I’ll probably vote for Clive Doucet on that basis — in spite of the fact he lives in the Glebe. I saw him cut an interesting rug on YouTube the other day, just to get publicity. Thought it was pretty funny, so at least the guy has that going for him. I’ll tell him so if he ever comes to be door, but I’m betting he’s only knocking on doors in the Glebe.
Maybe I’ll stay home instead of voting, though I’m still haunted by that old saying about you get the government you deserve. Wait a minute! Last time, I voted for Bob Chiarelli for mayor and got Dr. Evil instead. I didn’t deserve Dr. Evil. The city didn’t deserve him, either. So much for old sayings.
(Pssst, Jimbo, if you put up the sign even a day before the election, I’ll still vote for you. But get on it!)