We had an election last night.  The party most likely to win when it all started, le Parti Québécois, ended up in the dumpster and the one most likely not to win, finished well on top.  37 days is such a long time in politics.

The P.Q. had to deal with it’s article One: Lead Québec to independance from Canada.  This would call for a third referendum on the question.  Number one was lost 60-40,  number two was lost 49.5-50.5.  Since then, nobody wants number three.  Mme Marois did all she could to avoid the word but her star candidate Pierre Karl Péladeau dumped it fair and square on her laps.The P.Q. got trounced and Mme Marois, our former prime minister, even lost her seat.

We then had the most disgracious events that I have witnessed since I acquired voting rights in 1952:  even before she showed up to concede the election and her defeat, we had a parade of three elected P.Q. luminaries, all strong contender to her replacement, who, masquarading as an hommage to the lady, planted the first stakes of their claim to the job..

At least vultures wait till the body is thouroughly dead before pecking at it.