On a grey, wet, day in Harperland it wasn't too hard to imagine myself in the last scene of The Planet of the Apes. Or imagine myself giving up blogging. For it was the worst of days.
First there was this devastating blow
Which means we might never know who Jean Poutine is until after the next election.
And then there was the grotesque scene in the Commons. Where the Con ape Dean Del Mastro managed to turn the proceedings into a farce.
