Uh oh. Somebody call an ambulance, or his make-up artist, or the guy who fixes his hair helmet.
Because it seems the Supreme Court has just given Stephen Harper, our Dark Lord of the Flies, another massive slap in the face.
The Supreme Court has delivered a major blow to the Conservative government’s crime agenda, striking down a mandatory minimum sentence for illegal gun possession in a way that suggests other laws could also fall.
Ouch.
Or *KAPOW !#@!!! as Batty Harper's faithful Robin, Ray Novak, might say...
Gawd. I bet I know how Stephen Harper is spending the May Two-Four weekend eh?
Trying to build up his courage to say sorry to the Chief Justice for smearing her so viciously, like a thug or a maniac.
And hoping that nobody noticed how he jinxed the Montreal Canadien's first game against the New York Rangers...
Thanks Steve.
He has apparently retreated to his bunker, surrounded by his shrinking inner circle, in the one place where he feels he's still in TOTAL CONTROL.
And his many enemies real or imagined can't get him.
The wild rage is over. But now, as Tom Flanagan recently warned us, comes the ghastly darkness.
“He can be suspicious, secretive, and vindictive, prone to sudden eruptions of white-hot rage over meaningless trivia, at other times falling into week-long depressions in which he is incapable of making decisions.”
And the desperate attempts to limit the damage.
I have never had much respect for Peter MacKay since the day he sold out his Progressive Conservative party to Stephen Harper's Reform Alliance.
For as the moderate Con Lowell Murray said at the time, it was the end of a proud party, and an act of pure treachery.
Just days after a leadership campaign in which he repeatedly denied any intent to merge, and without consulting either caucus colleagues or the party executive, Peter MacKay secretly undertook to negotiate the dissolution of the PC Party.
Now, an agreement in principle, signed by Mr. MacKay and Alliance Leader Stephen Harper, comes as a fait accompli. The message is that there's no turning back, no alternative; the Tory farm has been sold and Dec. 12 is merely the closing day.
But I have to say that when he sold his soul to Stephen Harper, even I could not have predicted how low he would fall.
Well I have to admit that I'm not in the best shape myself. And that I will be hobbling around on crutches for about a week.
But I want to thank those of you who sent me all those sweet comments. And all the nurses who spoiled me rotten. And our wonderful medicare system.
And I just want to say at least I'm in better shape than Stephen Harper eh?
Because he's crawling through the gutter on all fours, and he's a real MESS.
His massive propaganda machine has been working overtime to try to soften his image, but it's just not working.
Not when he is now in one of his wild rages, not when the monster is aroused, not when his evil madness is out of control.
For there he was today going after Beverley McLachlin like a rabid beast.
I knew he would go after the Supreme Court, now that he is so bitter and crazy desperate.
I knew that he would not be able to contain his anger, after losing five SCOC decisions in a row.
And that his rage would explode out of every orifice like vomit or diarrhoea.
But who knew him and his depraved Cons would stoop so low as to try to smear the Chief Justice?
