Sometimes when I stare at the horror of Harperland, like Simon in the Lord of the Flies stared at the head of the pig, I get a bit depressed eh?
I don't know how I'm going to make it to the next election. Three years seems such a long time.
And one really has to wonder whether there will even be an election the way things are going in Harper's
But then I read how the Con's Trojan Horse budget is now out of control, and spewing manure all over them.
Conversations with Conservative caucus members conducted on condition they would not be quoted suggest MPs are hearing complaints from Tory voters in their ridings about the government’s bundling several measures into a budget bill that have nothing directly to do with the nation’s finances.
And how the Dean Del Mastro Affair is now MORE entertaining than even I thought possible.
“I went around to everybody and said, ‘Hey, can you all contribute to my cousin’s campaign? I would really appreciate it.’” He said it was reasonable to believe that his employees volunteered to each give $1,000 to a candidate running for election in a riding three hours away. “Why wouldn’t they?” he asked.
Because we all need some comic relief eh?
And suddenly I feel better.The Cons are slowly unraveling just like I knew they would. This isn't a government it's a Roman circus.
And this on the same week my doctor told me I won't have to have another heart operation. So I definitely won't miss the glorious day Harper and his corrupt gang get taken to the cleaners.
How great is that?
And then I think what's three more years?
When life is so precious.
And it's still Canada in my neighbourhood.
What's three more years, when I can dream of that day?
Woohoo!!! The Cons are crumbling.
And I feel like this guy...
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