Just returned from the polls feeling like I have, after a 30-year-long diet of greasy political Big Macs (and feeling the bloating and unhealthy effects) and being subjected this spring to endless months of exciting-sounding blandishments re: New Healthy Choices and sweeping changes to the menu… all that was available to order when I arrived at the restaurant was a dried-out McChicken, a Quarter-Pounder with extra cheese and a particularly soggy poutine.
…and so I used the little white bubbles to stretch “No thanks, I’ll just starve” across my ballot and went home.
