Monday, November 14, 2016
Kellie Leitch and the Con Leadership Apocalypse
Now that I've almost recovered from the shock of seeing a deranged orange zombie like Donald Trump elected president, I decided to check out the Con leadership campaign.
Which as you may know, I'm calling Conapocalypse 2.
Only to discover it's not quite as scary, but almost as creepy, and definitely more hilarious.
With the Con clown Kellie Leitch suggesting that she is under attack for celebrating Trump's victory and his values so loudly.
Or at least that her garage is under attack.
The Ontario Provincial Police visited Leitch’s home near Creemore, Ont., on Friday and twice early Saturday morning after what Leitch believed was an after-midnight break-in to her garage, an event that came hours after what she described as threatening online activity.
Once police arrived, they and Leitch reviewed the property and checked the alarm system. “We found that the lights had been turned off subsequent to my leaving the house and before the police arrived.” Leitch said the entry closest to the garage was found to have triggered the alarm.
At that point, the police departed but returned when the home alarm sounded again at 3 a.m. “That appeared to be a fault in the system causing the alarm.”
But although there's no evidence that ANYTHING happened, that didn't stop Leitch's sinister campaign manager Nick Kouvalis from blaming the giant left-wing conspiracy...
“Appropriate measures are being taken,” Leitch campaign manager Nick Kouvalis said in a telephone interview Sunday. “Kellie’s not going to back down and she’s not going to wilt at threats. This is how the left operates and we know that.”
As only Big Nick could. For he will say ANYTHING to get his candidates free publicity.
And if you thought that was scary, then there was the Con debate that Leitch missed because of that "emergency."
Where the religious fanatic and grotesque homophobe Brad Trost got the biggest round of applause for calling the threat of climate change overrated, and demanding that the CBC be killed.
“I don’t believe climate change is a real threat,” he said, eliciting applause and laughter. The biggest subsidy that needs to go, Trost said, was the $1.2-billion allowance to the CBC. The audience responded even more enthusiastically by cheering.
And in another even more alarming version of the story, by claiming that he's heavily armed.
“For the record, I own a .270 Savage and 12-gauge Remington. And I know how to use them,” Brad Trost said.
While Chris Alexander tried to match that, only to make a fool out of himself.
“I was shooting myself two weekends ago,” Chris Alexander said, before correcting himself. “I was myself shooting.”
In what can only be described as a Freudian slip.
And the only one of those candidates who seemed to make any kind of sense, sort of, was Michael Chong.
But he supports a price on carbon.
Which means of course that he'll NEVER be the leader of the Harper Party...
Not when Steve Blaney, who was once compared to a mushroom by the Huffington Post, thinks he can become leader.
By making banning niqabs his main campaign platform.
But then as we all know, mushrooms have a VERY short memory, and so do Cons.
And as Alan Freeman pointed out the other day, we do know where Leitch is leading them.
If the Conservatives want to turn themselves into the party of older, rural Canadians, fearful of the diversity that is the new face of Canada’s growing and successful cities … well, fine. That’s their option. They’ll be stuck at 30 per cent of the vote forever, perpetually in opposition.
The Liberals must be thrilled. The next time Kellie Leitch’s beeper sounds, it will be Justin Trudeau urging her to fight on to victory.
So please, if you see a suspicious person with not enough Canadian values loitering in Leitch's neighbourhood, call the authorities, or a garage door repairman, or the nearest mental hospital.
And whatever you do, if you're out after midnight, never ever go near a cemetery...
The Harper Party Cons. Once they were a nightmare.
Now they're just an ugly joke.
Shoulder your shovels.
And bury them forever....