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My federal vote is up for bids
Steve, Iggy, Jacko, Elizabeth: here's the deal.
You want my vote in the next federal election, you have to promise to give the CBC whatever amount of money its little heart desires, as long as it promises to bring back The Border.
That sudden cliffhanger ending last Thursday night, concluding season three...
If you haven't seen it, stop reading now.
No, I mean it, as hooked as you are on every semi-colon in my blog, stop now, you've been warned.
There they were in the refugee housing centre, Carver from Homeland Security and gritty but ultimately-idealistic Canadians Gray and Kesler, and Kesler's ex, and Kesler's ex's new interest the heroic Mexican journalist, and all those poor refugee families, almost out of ammo and the drug cartel's hordes of cutthroat killers about to bust through the barricades, with a rationale for how all cell phones and land lines were cut off, and how being surrounded by railway lines and expressways and an industrial area would explain no one's hearing the gunshots in the heart of Toronto, and Maggie back at ICS on Toronto Island that no one ever acknowledges is a national security agency actually based on an island, Maggie having just figured out what was happening, and suddenly, fade to black.
We were somewhat miffed.
We'd been holding our breath, afraid that this was another season-ending episode in which at least one cast member would be lost.
And now we're afraid that we'll never find out what happens next.
Yes, I know that the episode was John Carpenter's absolutely brilliant Assault on Precinct 13 -- minus the ice cream van scene -- which was itself Rio Bravo, and I know how those ended, but there are no guarantees here.
I hate cliffhanger endings to TV shows, because you never know if they'll come back next season. I'm still not over Surface and Invasion not being renewed.
So that's the deal. I want The Border back and the situation resolved. We don't watch a lot of TV shows, and this one is superb, and it's so, so Canadian.
At the risk of digressing, I saw in my Free Press, the only source for all the information I crave, that Murdoch Mysteries is coming back, another delightful and ever-so-Canadian police show, though far less dramatically compelling.
So that's what it takes to buy my vote. Give me The Border. You don't even have to promise that all the cast members survive, although that would be nice, and you don't even have to promise that Mannering and the minister get what they deserve.
And while we're at it, and ranting and whining about the despair of still-hanging cliffhangers, if you also get CBC to bring back Intelligence and resolve that cliffhanger ending where we all got left when that fabulous show was cancelled, I promise to lobby my wife and kids on your party's behalf.
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About Nick Martin
Nick Martin is the old bearded guy at the back of the newsroom, the most experienced reporter at the Winnipeg Free Press, having started his career in Ontario in 1971.
He’s been covering education for the Free Press since the spring of 1997, after decades primarily covering municipal politics, including a four-year stint at the Ontario legislature for the London Free Press.
Nick moved to Manitoba in 1988 with his Winnipeg-born wife, who is a professor at the University of Manitoba. They have two kids, both of whom graduated from Grant Park High School: son Chris and daughter Gillian.
Nick has won a national journalism award from the Canadian Association of University Teachers, two Manitoba Human Rights Journalism awards, and the Ontario Reporters Association investigative award.
Nick is a long-distance runner, having finished and survived 18 marathons and 15 half-marathons and 30-kilometre races, and having (barely) survived 10 years as an outdoor and indoor soccer coach.
Nick became a soccer referee in 2007, delighting in his 60s in outrunning 16-year-olds and keeping his distance from obstreperous coaches and parents.
Nick and his wife have discovered a mutual love for kayaking at their Whiteshell cottage, and are both regulars at the Reh-Fit Centre. They hold season tickets to both the Manitoba Theatre Centre and the Warehouse, and as empty nesters, have rediscovered the joys of an active winter vacation.
A native of Jarrow-on-Tyne, England, Nick is a member of the Toon Army as a Newcastle United supporter, and a proud citizen of Leafs Nation.
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