The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

Dear Stephen Harper,

I am sorry to report that yesterday evening my grandmother officially deemed you a sissy: “He’s a sissy!” (That’s how she said it. It was that plain. Ouch.) Why sissy? Well, I’m afraid it’s your indecision regarding the partaking of the H1N1 vaccine. That’s right. It’s your sitting on the fence that has her so riled up. Actually my grandpa’s pretty riled up too. He’s just quieter—not much of a trash talker. Though come to think of it, he did call you a gopher. You have provoked the gentlest of men.

I’m not sure this kind of provocation is good for their health. I’m wondering, Mr. Harper, if you might consider taking a stand. Yes, I mean making an actual decision regarding this vaccine. I know it’s hard. Decisions are can be painful. Grueling even. But I think everyone would appreciate the clarity. Choosing will feel right, I just know it. Ask Obama.

If my grandmother can so boldly call you a sissy, you can say ‘yay’ or ‘nay’ to the vaccine. She lends you some of her conviction.

Thanks, piano man.

Sincerely,

The Girl Who Learned To Kneel