Final Countdown

Theres only one day left before the election on Monday. I’ve been out knocking on the last few doors left and meeting as many people as I can before Monday. After that its in your hands.

I can only hope that I’ve given you a reason to vote FOR me instead of against someone else.

While I was out today I spoke with a gentleman who asked, why should I vote for you. In my most recent brochure I outlined those very reasons.

Mike is the only candidate who has committed to continue to knock on doors in between election campaigns.

Mike is the only candidate who has committed to use new technology like www.mikecluett.ca to help keep Ward One residents informed of issues that are important to them.

Mike is the only candidate who has committed to forming Citizen Advisory Committee’s to make sure the taxpayers and residents have a voice at the council table.

Mike is the only candidate who has a written plan of action to work to reduce speed limits on streets, to work with future developments to have more green spaces and parklands so that our childrean have safer places to play, to spend OUR taxpayer dollars with respect and to represent YOUR voice on town council for the next four years.

There is only one choice on election day. Vote Mike Cluett, Ward One Town Councillor.

To add to that I am a voice for the residential area of Milton. For many years town council has lost it focus on family based issues like neighbourhood safety, green growth and taxation. I would like to be your voice on town council for the next four years. Every thing I have talked about is in writing…a written committment to you. I ask for your support and your vote on election day and I will continue to give you support every day after.

If you have any questions at all, please feel free to email me mike@mikecluett.ca or phone me (905) 878-1327.

I’ll see you on Election Day.

Lest We Forget

By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead.
Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.