If Andrew Scheer had a fantasy university it would almost certainly be a nightmare version of Trinity Western University.
For it has a so-called covenant that blatantly discriminates against LGBT students.
And he is a religious fanatic and ghastly homophobe who chooses to treat gay Canadians as if they didn't exist.
As did his Great Fallen Leader Stephen Harper who used to recruit many of his parliamentary interns from that hideous university.
The other day I wrote about how Stephen Harper is remaking the judiciary in his own ghastly image.
In his never-ending attempt to bend the Supreme Court to his will, and destroy the Charter of Rights.
Well today he took another step by appointing another uber right-wing judge.
All through the long and dark years of Stephen Harper's evil regime the Supreme Court of Canada has been his most mighty opponent.
Time and time again it has rejected his foul and flawed bills that would have turned us into a monstrous police state, or a vengeful theocracy.
It has been the last bastion of Canadian values that the depraved tyrant has been unable to corrupt or destroy.
But what most people don't know, and as the Globe's Sean Fine points out, Harper has been slowly undermining the court from below.
By stealthily remaking our judiciary in his own monstrous image.
OMG. I don't what we're going to do with the Con clown Rona Ambrose. She doesn't seem to understand that she supposed to be the Minister of Health, not the Minister of Pain and Suffering.
That's Stephen Harper's job.
For barely two months ago she was going after Vancouver's pot shops as if she was the Minister of Justice.
And now she's going after people who take marijuana for medicinal purposes, and is trying to force them to smoke it, instead of consuming it in healthier ways.
It's the third time the Supreme Court of Canada has been asked to rule on the case of Omar Khadr.
Twice before it has ruled in his favour, and today it did so again.
And the way it did couldn't have been more of a slap in the face, or a kick in the head, to the Con regime and its depraved leader.
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...
Well I guess Stephen Harper wasn't kidding. If the courts wouldn't kneel before him he would debase them into submission.
Not by simply soiling himself.
But by soiling the entire justice system as only he could.
By among other foul things appointing an Ontario judge who clearly doesn't believe in the equality of gay Canadians.
It seems only fitting that at a time when Stephen Harper is preparing to bomb Iraq, in the name of democracy and the rule of law.
And to save us from being beheaded in our bedrooms.
That another of his bombs should be landing on the Supreme Court.
On a sunny afternoon in Edinburgh, in a city where the old and the new work together so well.
In a country with a record of resistance going back more than a thousand years.
Where the words "for freedom" can still excite a crowd.
Grubby old Harperland never seemed so far away.
Even if the stench of its grotesque leader still shames us in the eyes of the world.
I wrote my first post about the case of Omar Khadr just over seven years ago. And since then I have written more than eighty others.
I have always considered the way that Canadian child soldier was treated to be one of the worst travesties of justice in the history of this country.
And I believe Stephen Harper's cruel treatment of that young Canadian to be an absolute abomination.
So you can imagine how I felt when I saw that Khadr had finally won a measure of justice.
As you may remember, the last time I wrote about Peter Dumbo MacKay, I thought he was in a gentle but fatal spiral, and heading for the ground, or his resignation, with satisfying speed.
After having made a complete sexist fool out of himself.
And for having made the Guinness Book of Dubious Records (for the mentally challenged) with the most number of bad bills rejected by the courts in the shortest period of time, for being riddled with elementary legal errors, and in contempt of the constitution.
But sadly I was wrong.
I've always had trouble trying to figure out Peter Dumbo MacKay's exact place in the Con universe.
He used to strike me as more of a happy idiot, than a hollow eyed member of the Harperite cult.
The kind of guy who would cheerfully borrow a government aircraft to go fishing.
Or borrow the neighbour's dog to try to make Belinda Stronach feel guilty about dumping him...
Well it's a very strange coincidence. But wouldn't you know it, on the day the Supreme Court gave the Cons another slap in the face.
By upholding the privacy of internet users.
Rejecting government fears of a “crime-friendly Internet,” the Supreme Court of Canada said anonymity is vital to personal privacy in the digital era. It told police they need a judge’s permission before asking Internet providers for basic information that would identify their customers.
Stephen Harper's former flak Andrew MacDougall should call for the end to internet anonymity.
I suppose it's only fitting that it should be Peter MacKay, the one who pimped the Progressive Conservative party to Stephen Harper and his Reform cowboys, who should make the announcement.
And that the hooker regime that would do ANYTHING to win or steal an election, should be the one to re-criminalize prostitution.
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.
Well I must admit that there are so many things I want to do with my free time, now that the Winter from Hell is over and it finally feels like Spring.
Almost all of them have to do with bikes and boats.
And blogging about the horror of Harperland is not one of them. Not when sometimes all I can think about is how to escape the grubby living nightmare that the Cons have created...
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.
