Four years, plus a day. That's the price we'll pay, if Andrew Weaver's Greens get their way.
Four more years in purgatory for the NDP and Greens alike.
Four more years of B.C. Liberal abuse, neglect, and social confinement.
Four more years of walking in circles, pacing the box that we put ourselves in, rattling the cages of indifference that are as bleak as each day is long.
Four more years of screaming across the aisles, of shaking our fists in rage, of living in fear of the future and in desperation and despair of the Deed that we alone will have wished upon ourselves.
The Deed that stopped change dead in its tracks.
That killed hope in all that might have been, but for our inability to do what's right, in a willful rush to do what we always knew in our hearts was really so wrong.
Four more years of wringing our hands, of shouting past each other, and of looking over our shoulders for the things that experience has taught us natural friends are prepared to do to one another, when they lose sight of their common enemy.
Four more years of wishing we had a do-over. Of wishing we weren't so stubborn, vain, and stupid. Of wearing our colours, which got us in the mess that we swore would never happen and yet did, not once but twice, like a recurring nightmare that we chose to ignore in proud moments of false lucidity.
Four more years that might have been so different, so much better, so much more befitting of the choices we are given to shape our own destiny, in the vision of a more caring, human world.
Four more years, plus a day, to live with the wardens of injustice, who relish the prospect of presiding over us who could not get our shit together. Who are the real villains that we allowed to repeatedly punish us, in deprivation of our liberty, dreams, and higher callings?
Four more years to sing the blues, in orange and green, in angry camps of isolation.
Four more years wasted: that will be our sentence, if we split the vote for change, instead of standing together for new NDP government that might liberate the change we all want, green and orange alike.
Friends: don't do the crime if you can't bear the time.