Saturday, November 02, 2013
Stephen Harper and the Men in Black
Well his convention speech was a total bust, a parody of a parody of an empty cliché as Andrew Coyne called it.
Or a deranged quasi-fascist rant that only his rabid base could love, as I did.
But that didn't stop Great Desperate Leader from slipping into a black shirt shortly afterwards, and serenading the faithful at the Cowboy Cabaret.
He was Prime Minister Stephen Harper while on stage Friday night at the Conservative Party Convention in Calgary, but on stage at the "Cowboys" nightclub he was the man in black. Harper loosened up after his convention performance with a delegates only performance at "Cowboys."
Which finally explains why he prorogued parliament eh? So he could practice for his big gig, try to remake his image. AGAIN.
And do what he always does when he's DESPERATE...
And also explains his choice of songs:
They opened with "The Hockey Song" by Stompin Tom Connors and also knocked off a version of "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash -- the original man in black.
Because although both the great Tom and the great Johnny must be rolling in their graves, it does make sense from his point of view.
His new hockey book is coming out next month. And judging from the excerpts that have been published, it's going to need all the help it can get eh?
If it's not to be remaindered, or thrown in the garburator, even before Great Ugly Leader himself.
Life without Stephen Harper as leader has never been on the Conservative radar . . . until now.
Don’t get me wrong. The delegates who are gathered in Calgary for a national convention did not come here bearing knives to throw at the wounded prime minister. The majority of them may not even be angry at Harper. But they suspect that he is now damaged goods.
Because let's be clear, as he likes to say, once you're damaged goods, sooner or later you're DONE.
If Jason Kenney doesn't get you first.
Which no doubt explains why Ol' Harp was playing the Folsom Prison Blues at the Cowboy Cabaret.
You know, the place where the Cons roam...
So he can prepare for his new life after politics.
As Big Oil's old whore.
Or Butch's new "FRIEND"....
When he'll have to sing for his supper, or his protection, in one of his dangerously overcrowded jails.
A fate he will richly deserve, not just for assaulting Canada and it's democratic values for eight long years. In the most bestial way possible.
But also for defiling the memory of the great Stompin' Tom.
Or for daring to imitate what the great Johnny did at San Quentin...
And what more can I say eh?
Except he IS truly desperate. A black shirt suits him well. A train called the Canadian People's Express is coming down down the tracks straight for him.
And I'm in the caboose. Woo Hoo !!!!!
Heading for the Day of Deliverance.
And singing this song with John....
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