It's hot out. Damned near sultry. Put on my shades, sparked up my wheels and went down to the Advance Voting centre and scribbled in my 'X' next to my Party of Choice. I could have been born into a country where I would have no voice, no choice. Instead, I got lucky and was born into a country and a province that lets me speak, write, flail my arms and stomp my feet and foam at the mouth if the mood strikes me, and finally mark my 'X' on a ballot. And being Ontario, Canada ... well .... let's just say the Russians just couldn't be bothered with muckin' up our elections.