Green Party of Canada Candidates, 2008 Canadian Federal Election

Green Party Of Canada Candidates, 2008 Canadian Federal Election

This is a list of nominated candidates for the Green Party of Canada in the 40th Canadian federal election. Candidates ran in all but five ridings: Humber—St. Barbe—Baie Verte (NL), Cumberland—Colchester—Musquodoboit Valley (NS), Jonquière—Alma (QC), Saint-Laurent—Cartierville (QC), Sherbrooke (QC).

Read more about Green Party Of Canada Candidates, 2008 Canadian Federal Election:  Newfoundland and Labrador - 7 Seats, Prince Edward Island - 4 Seats, Nova Scotia - 11 Seats, New Brunswick - 10 Seats, Manitoba - 14 Seats, Saskatchewan - 14 Seats, Yukon - 1 Seat, Northwest Territories - 1 Seat, Nunavut - 1 Seat

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    When the tea is brought at five o’clock,
    And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
    The little black cat with bright green eyes
    Is suddenly purring there.
    Harold Monro (1879–1932)

    Fiddle-dee-dee! War, war, war. This war talk’s spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream. Besides, there isn’t going to be any war.
    Sidney Howard (1891–1939)

    I do not consider divorce an evil by any means. It is just as much a refuge for women married to brutal men as Canada was to the slaves of brutal masters.
    Susan B. Anthony (1820–1906)

    We’re definite in Nova Scotia—’bout things like ships ... and fish, the best in the world.
    John Rhodes Sturdy, Canadian screenwriter. Richard Rossen. Joyce Cartwright (Ella Raines)

    Goodbye, boys; I’m under arrest. I may have to go to jail. I may not see you for a long time. Keep up the fight! Don’t surrender! Pay no attention to the injunction machine at Parkersburg. The Federal judge is a scab anyhow. While you starve he plays golf. While you serve humanity, he serves injunctions for the money powers.
    Mother Jones (1830–1930)

    He hung out of the window a long while looking up and down the street. The world’s second metropolis. In the brick houses and the dingy lamplight and the voices of a group of boys kidding and quarreling on the steps of a house opposite, in the regular firm tread of a policeman, he felt a marching like soldiers, like a sidewheeler going up the Hudson under the Palisades, like an election parade, through long streets towards something tall white full of colonnades and stately. Metropolis.
    John Dos Passos (1896–1970)