Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I am a political junkie of the first rate. So being overseas for the BC provincial election was a little bit tough for me.

Intent of voting despite my Geographic disability, I did what I normally do before important deadlines…procrastinate (any potential employers reading this please ignore the last sentence). I finally got my act together, bit the bullet and paid the long distance bill to call my riding’s electoral office from Ghana…after the usual miniature run-around (“Your calling from where”…people in Nanaimo don’t tend to get off the island much let along the continent) it was all arranged, my father could pick up my voting package and courier it to me, I would be able to fill out my ballot and mail it back just in time to have my precious vote counted.

I could see it in my mind, my vote would tip the balance in my riding and help boot those dirty Liberals out of power. OK that was only in my dreams, but I did feel it important to officially register my extreme displeasure with the current administration and their criminal leader.

And then everything crashed down to reality…..my Dad had emailed me, everything is under control – he called the office and they are mailing the package to me…no pick up, no courier….something is missing here…MY BALLOT.

To add insult to injury my ballot arrived on election day! Well at least there is significantly less than 72 Liberals sitting in the house this time.