Quick, Before It Melts.

Happy Tuesday! I hope all the Canadians have gotten over their turkey-induced hangovers. Just in time, too, as today we of the Great White North get set to paint our nation red, blue, orange and/or green: it's Federal Election time in Canada.

I'm not political, and I don't a politically-savvy thirtysomething on TV, but I have a voters card and I'm not afraid to use it. At the start of this campaign, you could argue that there was no real reason for an election at this time; Steven Harper called the vote to capitalize on his popularity and secure himself a majority government. As we hit the end of the election road, I get a clear sense that some of my fellow voters have taken the position that, even though we didn't need to go to the polls today, one has to seize on the opportunity and embrace the possibility of change. For the last five weeks we've watched candidates drop out on the race because of drug scandals, we've watched the world's financial world come crashing down around us, and we've watched as a fringe party gained some national credibility, and perhaps secure themselves their first federally elected seat. Maybe, tomorrow morning, Canada's political map won't look so different then it did this morning; maybe we'll have a new national leader, or maybe we won't. Maybe the times, they are a-changin'; maybe the only thing changing is our underwear and socks (I hope). Either way, I hold out hope that an election is never considered a contrary affair, and that the right to vote is never taken for granted. An I hold out the hope that somewhere in this great nation of ours, the voice of the people gets heard, and heard clearly. Get out and vote, Canada; I'll see you on the other side.