So I had every intention of writing a blog about the election results.  My guy won my riding, hooray for Paul Dewar, and you know, Conservative minority yadda yadda yadda.
But there is a hole in my heart.  My awesome green Norco hybrid (not exactly the bike shown) was stolen from my front porch today.  Have you ever had a friend move away to go to school, or have a dog run away?  This is how I am feeling.

At 2 pm it was there, at 4 pm it was gone.  Chances of me getting my baby back? Pretty much nil.  I was sent home from work today because I literally could not serve customers.  Tears.
So I am suggesting that anyone who dares steal a bike, let alone from a poor student who lives off OSAP and the tips she makes serving wealthy people unagi and spicy salmon roles, the death penalty.

It's only fair.  This is not like a car, or something within one's home, which is covered by insurance.

Actually, not only should we have the death penalty for bike thieves, but we should also invest some infrastructure into bicycles.  Give them GPS, or in-destructible serial numbers.  Something that would give me confidence that when I invest $600 into something, I am not going to feel shit outta luck when some crackhead steals it.

I'll blog about the election results when I'm feeling less beaten down by this ridiculous vortex called life.