November, 2008
The Liberals and NDP might want to send Stephen Harper a thank you card, once they snap out of their delusions of power.
Right now, the Liberals and NDP make me think of the closing scene from the movie Thelma and Louise. Gas pedal mashed to the floor, oblivion just ahead.
By making them wait a week to try to seize power as our constitutional monarchy system technically allows, Harper is giving them a chance to think about what they’re contemplating. And to hear what Canadians think.
Remember a few weeks back, when the Harper Conservatives were saying that they understood Canadians wanted Parliament to be less partisan, less consumed by bickering?
Did you believe it?
Finance Minister Jim Flaherty’s Economic Statement was about the most blatantly politically Machiavellian response to a serious economic crisis that one could imagine under the circumstances.
Someone forgot to tell Saskatchewan that the economy is in the tank.
As the markets melt and the news from elsewhere is about job losses, plant closures, even Christmas parties being cancelled, in Saskatchewan, the party is just getting started.
And nowhere is the partying going to be jumping in towns like Lanigan, Allen and Rocanville, not to mention Esterhazy, Belle Plaine and Colonsay.
I love the question posed by a British newspaper article. “Just Why Are Moustaches So Popular With The Elite?”
The article goes on to point out that some of the hottest movie stars of Hollywood are growing lip warmers. Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Jude Law, and for the older crowd, Harrison Ford are among those who have been spotted recently with moustaches. For example...
Does anyone else find it ironic that the oil industry is dealing with pirates?
You would think the swashbucklers of Somalia might show a little professional courtesy to the pump pirates.
Does anyone else wonder why there’s been so much hype about a new Guns n’ Roses album?
Does anyone else hope the snow melts and we get a brown Christmas?
Does anyone else think Dexter is still a great tv show, but it’s getting harder to maintain the edge and drama of the first couple of seasons?
Some thoughts on the 96th Grey Cup….
Prior to the game, I still wasn’t sure who to cheer for. It should be Calgary, because they’re from the west, but they’re such a cocky bunch of loudmouths, that they turn me off. Their antics as the players are introduced keep pushing me to cheer for Montreal. And I’d like to see the Reaper, Reggie Hunt, get two Grey Cup rings in two years.
On the other hand, some Montreal fans are wearing Canadiens jerseys. Jeez, I would hate to see someone in a Habs jersey happy about anything!
Family lore has it that my grandfather only ever took two bullets with him when he went deer hunting. And he almost always brought one bullet back.
Well, I have a rifle that came from my grandfather, but I’m sorry to say that it didn’t come with his legendary shooting ability. Opening day of white-tail season saw me forget the clip for the rifle. So, it was now effectively a single shot. I could only put in one shell at a time. This would have been fine for Grandpa; not so much for me.
There are, it seems, three kinds of drivers on the roads. Mario’s, Uneasy Rider’s and the rest of us.
Mario’s seem convinced they are the superior drivers. They seek not only to gain advantage by bumper shining the car ahead of them, but to demonstrate their Andretti like abilities by making a show of changing lanes. Not for them, the signal light, followed by shoulder check, followed by a smooth merge. They dart a quick glance behind, then swoop into the next lane with a burst of speed, as though they were grabbing the pole position at Monaco.
I wonder what the caller who described Canada’s involvement in Afghanistan as a war crime thinks about this?
I wonder what the young college student who wrote a column describing Remembrance Day as a depraved celebration of war, violence and death thinks; particularly since his family fled the Taliban?
The world is horrified…again…at the action of terrorists who want to return Afghanistan to another century. Eight girls walking to school, had acid hurled in their faces by two men on a motorcycle.
I’m not surprised, but I am disgusted. Once again, a trip to the mall finds me shaking my head. A store with a proud Canadian tradition had its Christmas decorations up, in advance of Remembrance Day.
I saw a Christmas tree, but I didn’t see any wreaths with poppies, or for that matter, I didn’t even see poppies on the store’s staff.