Gawd. I'm in the doghouse again. Some of my friends have been beating up on me for my post about the Thrilla on the Hilla.
For they were shocked and appalled that I should "glorify" such a brutal spectacle, and then crudely bait the Cons. And by so doing lower myself to their level.
I tried to explain to them that they don't call me Raging Simon, or the Beast from Montreal, for nothing eh? And the only reason got carried away in the heat of the moment was after listening to Ezra Levant's grotesque commentary.
I told them they should fast forward this video to the two minute mark and ask themselves whether THEIR heads wouldn't explode to hear such nerdy nonsense ...
But my friends said that I should know better than to listen to ANYTHING Ezra Levant says. And of course, for that I had no answer.
So now I agree that I should have written the post this way:
In Canada, home of the National Concussion League, where Don Cherry is a god, and the Prime Minister is a bully, two politicians got together to try to beat their brains out, to raise money to fight cancer. Millions of Cons were hoping that one of the fighters would killed just because he's the son of Pierre Trudeau.
Humiliation followed humiliation.
Stephen Harper revealed himself to be a bad loser:
Mr. Brazeau said he received a phone call from Prime Minister Stephen Harper a few hours before the bout to wish him luck. The senator said he hasn't heard from him since his loss. “I don't blame him,” Mr. Brazeau said.
But the managing editor of the Ottawa Citizen declared the spectacle so honourable it might qualify both fighters to become future Prime Ministers.
Will either Justin Trudeau or Patrick Brazeau go on to lead their respective party? Might either someday become prime minister?
Who knows. But if either man does go on to become more than he presently is, they will say that it all really started in a boxing ring, on a Saturday night in a hotel ballroom, in Ottawa's east end.
And in the House of Commons today, the Liberals were reciting poetry and wearing boxing gloves.
So did I go overboard in my post about the
Oh probably. But I am not the only one eh?
You are who you are.
And Canada is Canada...