There’s an election on in our parts. It’s mind-numbingly dull, uninspired and void of any ideas, big or small.

As the world rides an economic storm and tries to plot its future, our political class  keeps its eye on the rearview mirror and its fingers stuck in its ears.  They just sing “la-la-la” and all that complicated stuff happening “out there”  goes away.

Poof! And you’re back in good ole Nova Scotia where the landscape is pretty, the culture is quaint, and the people have some of the highest cancer, MS and obesity rates in the world.

But that’s the stuff they don’t like to mention here. Too complicated.

Make no mistake, there’s plenty of good ideas here and lots of smart people trying to get us out of our 19th-century thinking, but these voices aren’t well represented in our politics. They may as well beat their heads against a brick wall.

So we end up with the dumb rump running the show. We also end up with reputation for being slow and backwards. Too bad for us.

Light the campfire and pass the banjo, people,  it’s election time in Nova Scotia.