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Ian Oliver Publisher Robert Glasbey Advertising Director Norman Alexander Editor Geoff Hill Director Teri Casas Office Manager Tim Coles Production Manager Conservative candidate was in Oakvilleâ€"Milton...or any of the other 293 ridings that didn‘t elect a Tory on Monday. There was simply no way anyone wearing Conservative colors was going to overcome two main themes of the electionâ€"a simply terribly planned, poorly conceived and ultimately disastrous Tory campaign and of even more importance, the overwhelming hatred of Canadians for Brian Mulroney. In the final analysis, it really didn‘t matter who the Progressive " heC k Political pundits, by their very definition, love to analyze elections to death but in this case it really only required the name of the former PC prime minister to make most voters bristle. It was an image that the Tories couldn‘t shake. And even though Kim Campbell tried to get all folksy durâ€" ing her campaign, she entered it with no clear objective and even more importantly, a road map to that objective. _ W o s And just like a campaign plane hopping from one area of the country to another, Campbell‘s campaign was erratic, the issues poorly articulated and one four letter word was missing from all of her speeches...hope. From a Tory perspective, there are a couple of ways to look at the elecâ€" tion. The first is that the crushing defeat means the end of the Progressive Conservative movement <or worse, a compete merger with The Reform Party. The second is that dozens of ridings would have elected Progressive Conservative candidates, had it not been for the Reformers. That at least gives the Tories some hope (there‘s that word again) that if they can get back those traditional Tories who were successfully wooed by Reform, they will be in better shape to elect more members in four or five years. On the downside; if they fail to project a realistic vision for the country and offer a real alternative to the Grits and Reform, they will be doomed as a political force in the country. However, unlike that twoâ€"decadesâ€"old election, where the votes were divided between the two leading parties, the election of 1993 brought an entirely new element into play. There were upwards of 7,000 more votes cast in the riding over 1988 and if you add the number of votes garnered by Tory Ann Mulvale and Reform candidate Richard Malboeuf, you see that the election was anything but a clear statement of how voters will feel over the long term. Add Reform votes to the Tory total and get victory, split them and you have a Liberal landslide. ; Our new Liberal MP Bonnie Brown ran a thoroughly professional and highâ€"profile campaign and deserves the full support of all riding voters. If there is to be a new kind of government in Ottawa that is responsive to the people of Canada, it must be told how voters feel about issues like taxes and that information must come from our Member of Parliament. But both our new MP and Prime Minister Jean Chretien should stop and think very carefully about what the results of the election mean. Canadians don‘t want smoke and mirrors; they don‘t want more taxation and they won‘t put up with excuses. And if Mr. Chretien chooses to ignore the new and highlyâ€"volatile political landscape in the country these days, he could find the new Liberal dynasty even shorter lived than the Tory majority govâ€" ernment . he supplanted. Are you in favor of a new bridge crossing the 12 Mile Creek? . CALL845â€"5585 | The ‘sweep‘ 467 Speers Road, Oakville, Ont. L6K 354 _5â€" § _Results of the poll will be published in the next Friday edition of the Oakville Beaver. RESULTS OF LAST WEEK‘S POLL 845â€"3824 Fax: 845â€"3085 Classified Advertising: 845â€"2809 Circulation: 845â€"9742 or 845â€"9743 mc w e > Beaver, Onillia Today, Oshawa/Whitby This Week, Peterborough This Week, WH:BW i tha Lhmlsabgmmmvuw y mmmmm«hpndM'm.Mhmm tho PMAE consent of the publisher. Should the controversial plan to purâ€" chase new helicopters proceed? Cast your ballot by calling 845â€"5585, box 5008 to vote. $ Callers have until 12 noon Thursday to register their vote. You never know where you‘ll see ‘goâ€"go‘ boots To market, to market, To buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, Jiggety jig... Of all the people short and squat, tall and thin, black and white, old and young, one woman stood out from the crowd. Perched precariously in white goâ€"go boots that hadâ€"seen better days, this older woman with bleached blond hair and a fringe jacket, too, had probably seen better days. But she was fascinating to watch in the midst of a busy Saturday market, weighing out her produce with all the shrewd delibâ€" eration of a true market veteran. The entire experience of slingâ€" ing the ubiquitous canvas bag over your shoulder and browsing among all the mounds of fresh : food differs enormously from the Beside her, a man with falterâ€" ing English pointed to the octopus he wanted and insisted that it be thrown together with the four salmon steaks cut from the large salmon sitting on the flat board. I love the market on a Saturday morning. I love the noise, the colâ€" ors, the smells; I even love the way people will line up patiently just to grab some tangy old chedâ€" dar or some magnificent chevre. And I suppose it no longer amazes me what exactly people will arrive in when they go to the market. Be it running shoes or sandals or even goâ€"go boots, we all have one purpose â€" the blissful celebration of market shopping on an early Saturday morning. run of the mill grocery shopping. â€"»Where grocery shopping can be an ordeal, market shopping is an event. And at this market in Hamilton, it is one of life‘s simply joys to wander about the area filled with the sounds of different languages, different people and different food. It can transport you, on a rainy weekend, to the fragrant stalls of another country; another time. Outside Bud‘s coffee shop, a lone potato falls off a massive pile with a sign showing a special price. Sweet grapes on special, bananas for .29 cents, piles of eggplant, rows of olive oil, flats of farm fresh eggs all sit beside each other. One little guy wanders by, a pineapple tucked under his arm. Over on the ramp there is a stall selling Turkish coffee and baklava and rows and rows of varâ€" ious olive oils. Homemade elderâ€" berry pie is just a few short stalls over, past the mounds of apples, the piles of fresh garlic and bags of mushrooms. The tomatoes, the kind I haven‘t seen since August, were spilling out of baskets on the floor. mushrooms. And the woman in the goâ€"go The tomatoes, the kind I boots? I spotted her, loaded down ven‘t seen since August, were _ with canvas bags filled to the brim illing out of baskets on the. <and teetering up the ramp towards or. the exit. Never let it be said there I suspect many of us who are _ is a dress code for the market. .. ,« ue s there gleefully stuffing our bags with all sorts of goodies tend to try to recapture the joy of shopâ€" ping at other outdoor markets. Like the woman who was pickâ€" ing a little of this and that â€" some scallops, some shrimps, some piece of fish..."Bouillabaisse tonight?" we asked, as her treaâ€" sures were being carefully weighed and tallied up by hand behind the crowded counter. "No," said she, with a sigh. To make real bouillabaisse, you have to see the Mediterranean from Marseilles." : Well, perhaps. But sometimes a craving for fish stew will overâ€" come all and rise, this time, from the humble origins of a kitchen in Ancaster. Eat your heart out, Marseilles. We now make it a point to go market shopping with the kids every so often. They have a great vantage point on our shoulders and when they weary of our oohs and aahs, we stop for awhile and watch the people go by. And so we stop for a moment outside Bud‘s coffee shop, the one where a petition is mounted on the wall calling for a ban on any profâ€" its made by criminals on the pubâ€" lication of their crimes. We sit, content to do some serious people watching.