On any given day, were you to ask Canadians which they would prefer as between (x) a plague and (y) an election, you might be surprised how many would — with astonishing speed at that — go for option x. And consider they/we are currently in the (hopefully) fading grip of option (x). It’s not from ignorance people would prefer a rampaging illness to eight weeks of non-stop speeches. A select few, some of the population’s more gifted thinkers, would make the case that there is, in fact, nothing to choose between the two. That a Canadian election, particularly one at this time, with the desperately mediocre and un-achieving national leadership, is an invitation to depression, withdrawal, loss of motivation and like symptoms. Politics deadens people, they say, strips the joy from their lives, and campaigns remind people of how awful some other people are. Take the Green party, for example. It’s supposed to be the “good” party, full of courtesy and manners and principles. It elects a brand new leader. For the first couple of weeks Elizabeth May and everyone else who has any rank in the party tell all Canadians what a breakthrough this is.