My Letter of Apology to Stephen Harper

Dear Great Leader

As you probably know I am not one of your biggest fans. I believe you are the worst Prime Minister in Canadian history.

And that your cheap cabaret act last night at the NAC Gala, not only demeaned the office of Prime Minister, but also insulted every starving artist in this country by suggesting you were one of them. When everyone knows you HATE them.

And that whatever ridiculous nonsense your legion of media sycophants may spout.

Nothing can change the fact that by forcing yourself on the Gala....or excuse me.... having your wife force you on the event.

The whole thing began to take shape a month ago when Mrs. Harper approached Jayne Watson – chief executive officer of the National Arts Centre Foundation, which hosted Saturday's gala to benefit youth in performing arts – about putting the Prime Minister on stage. “She said, ‘What would you think if I asked my husband to perform at the gala?' I said, ‘That would be fantastic and unexpected! Of course,' “ Ms. Watson said.

Even though she's the honorary chair... and what's poor Ms Watson to say? "Oh God no, what a hideous and horrifying idea...the artists would never forgive us?"

You not only demeaned the event by turning it into a vulgar campaign stop, you revealed the depth of your hypocrisy, your complete contempt for the arts, and of course that you'll do ANYTHING to try to fool idiot Canadians into giving you a majority. So you can screw this country like a donkey. Pardon the expression eh?

BTW did you ask those rich people at the Gala to applaud...or just rattle their pearls ?

On the other hand, although we obviously have our differences, I do try to keep my criticisms of you within the realm of what your good buddy Tom "Strangelove " Flanagan calls the truthful.... or the merely plausible. And unlike you I am man enough to admit it when I make a mistake.

So you know when I said in my post last night that this was the worst Beatles cover EVAH ?



Well I want to apologize. Because I was WRONG.

After consulting with an international panel of experts, and doing extensive research. And after finally convincing my dog that those horrible sounds you made were NOT Sally the golden retriever next door calling out to him.

Down boy !!!! Down !!!!

I have concluded that you don't even deserve that lowly award.

You must share it with this guy...



Sorry.

Maybe next year.

That is if you haven't got a majority by then, and shocked your idiot groupies by turning the National Arts Centre into a beer garden.

Here's hoping you never do. Here's wishing you the worst campaign EVAH.

Your Disloyal Servant.

Simon