When the story broke that the Australian attack dingo Lynton Crosby was working for the Cons, I was struck by how angrily the political thugs in the PMO reacted. The Con flak Kory Teneycke tried to play down the news, claiming first that Crosby was not here, and then that all he was doing was analyzing polls. While other Cons muttered darkly about how some in their campaign were trying to "sabotage" the party. And I assumed that was because of Crosby's unsavoury record, as a wedge artist, a racist, and a master of the dark arts. But what if it was something else?
As you know I'm deeply concerned by the horrible thought that Stephen Harper could ruin our summer, or steal it, as only Great Maniac Leader could. By calling an election one month earlier than most people had expected. So he can use a longer campaign to bankrupt his opponents. So I'm very glad to see that at least the NDP isn't worried.
I've been trying to soak up every precious minute of summer I can. Trying to escape the city by heading out on the lake, to feel the wind in my face or the sun beating down on me. Or just lying in my hammock, with my cell phone turned off, reading a book, or watching the flowers bloom...
Not just because the summer took a long time to arrive, or because our Canadian summers are so tragically short. But because for weeks I've been hearing rumours that Stephen Harper has a monstrous plan to make this one even shorter.
Today is the day the National Capital Commission will vote to decide whether to break ground for the building of Stephen Harper's monument to himself, the so-called Memorial to the Victims of Communism. And although the ugly Stalinist monument has been denounced by hundreds of groups from architects to veterans, as an absolute monstrosity. The corrupt Cons are taking steps to fix the vote.
After four years and 24 days of being slowly strangled by Stephen Harper, the 41st Parliament has finally groaned its last, and given up the ghost. And although that bestial leader must have enjoyed savaging the traditions and values of the country he hates with a passion only he can muster. He can hardly be celebrating. Because his depraved behaviour has finally caught up with him. And it is, as Chantal Hébert writes, his season of discontent.
I have written about Jason Kenney's outrageous collaboration with the shadowy Con operative Alexandra Constantinidis How he used her secretly taped recording to go after a Liberal candidate. How he refused to apologize after it turned out to be the wrong guy. And instead delivered this crazed diatribe...
But now he has finally ran out of hot air, or been sedated, and has been taken to the woodshed by the Globe and Mail.
