Pint-size Political Pundits
George and Darcy are chatting in the kitchen. Then George's voice changes, his eyes twinkle. "Stephen Harper," he intones, his voice rich with portent and mischief.
Darcy picks up on the tone of naughtiness, and joins in. "Steeephen Haaarperrr."
Back and forth they go, each imitating the other.
"Stephen Harper." Giggle, giggle.
"Stephen Harper!" Giggle, snort, chortle.
I have to ask, but I don't want to lead with my questions. We'll make it open-ended. "So who's Stephen Harper?" I ask, light and casual.
They look up at me. "I dunno," says Darcy.
"He's the man in the song," explains George.
"A song on television?" I haven't heard any jingles about our man Steve, but I don't watch a lot of television.
I know they've just heard the name. It's been everywhere these last few weeks, along with Paul Martin's (his picture's on the right) and Jack Layton's (he's the one on the left). But what does it mean to these two? I want to know, so I set them up.
"Is Stephen Harper a good guy or a bad guy?" (Which would be the question of the hour for Canadians.)
George and Darcy have none of the doubts or hesistation of many Canadians. Their answers ring clear, firm, and confident.
"Bad guy!" affirms George.
"Good guy!" declares Darcy.
"Bad guy!" bellows the loose-canon voter, Arthur, who until this moment had paid not a moment's attention to the debate.
I think they're representative of the general populace.