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Before I Go to the Polls...

It's voting season; I think we Ontarians go to the polls on Thursday.

I am, as usual, an uninformed voter.

Time is running short.

I won't vote Conservative, I'll tell you that. I dislike that their attack ads started before the election was even called. I dislike that they referred to McGuinty's "sneaky eco-tax." The whole thing bothered me. Immensely.

I don't feel confident in the NDP - although they're popular these days, are they actually prepared to lead the province?

That leaves the Liberals... Although I find their TV ads convincing (Dalton McGuinty seems to have accomplished a lot in the last four years), I am sure there's more to the story.

The problem is, I don't fully trust anyone to be who they say they are during the lead up to an election.


Opinions? Thoughts? Pressing issues that you would like me to consider in casting my vote?

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  1. sarahtp7:35 PM

    Check out the Green party?

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  2. Jacquie11:37 PM

    Not liberals again... This province is expensive enough thx...

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  3. Sarah9:30 AM

    A. I agree with sarahtp, check out the green party and others who might be running in your area.

    B. The NDPs have run the province before, within your lifetime.

    C. Make a chart, contenders for your vote and issues that are important to you. Whoever agrees with you on each issue gets a check. You can also add checks if you like the party leader and another if you like the local candidate. Whoever gets the most checks wins your vote.

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