Bad day for an election

Of all the days of the year Stephen Harper could have picked for our next election, why did he pick the one he did?
The day following National Thanksgiving Monday.

By acting thus, the primest of all ministers has in all probability incurred the wrath of an entire segment of his electorate: the Quebec south shore summer cottage community.

From Métis to Kamouraska, and sometimes beyond, the day after Thanksgiving has always been devoted to “closing up.” You know, make the beds one last time, anti-freeze the pipes, clean the stove, sweep the floor, etcetera, etcetera, and in a final gesture, breathing a sigh that reflects all manner of mixed emotions, lock the door behind you.

And I suppose the P of all M’s would have us forsake all this merely to stuff some piece of paper into a stupid box?
(No hard feelings!)