Outside of a high school prom, one doesn’t often see a guy in a suit begging like this…
Paul Martin, for your performance, I hereby crown you the Prom King. If you’ll kindly stand with the sheltered telekinetic Prom Queen under the bucket of blood, we can get rolling…
If you missed last night’s address, you’re lucky that we live in the age of the Internet. Someone’s posted it at BlogMatrix, who provide both podcasting software and hosted space for your podcasts. Click the photo above to see the video.
I was impressed by the skullduggery of the leader of the Loyal
Opposition and the Reeeeeeefoooooooorrrrrrrrmmmmmmm-party-in-disguise,
Stephen Harper. He rightly pointed out that Paul Martin called for an
election last year at a time conveniently before any of the facts about
the scandal would come out — but he did so in the service of calling
for an election before the results of the inquiry come out. Mind you,
were I in his shoes, I’d have done the same thing, possibly topping it
off with my favourite line from Superman: “Son of Jor-El, kneel before Zod.”
Mr. Harper, you get the Machiavellian of the Week award.
As for NDP leader Jack Layton, you get the “God, he reminds me of
Reverend Lovejoy’s wife!” award. Of all the speakers last night, you
made the best points in your speech, sir, but I kept expecting you to
start screeching “Won’t somebody please think about the children?”
Gilles Duceppe and the Bloc Quebecois are not contenders for my vote in
the least. Politically, I view them in the same light as this one girl
I had a dalliance with: sexy accent, fond of chain-smoking and kink, best ignored.