It's a measure of Andrew Scheer's desperation that he couldn't even give himself a break on New Year's Day. But was spotted at a Giant Tiger store, apparently owned by one of his Cons.
Surrounded by a small and decidedly unenthusiastic crowd. Bashing Justin Trudeau. Again.
I was hoping for a quiet end to 2018 in Canada, because quite frankly I'm beat. The ugly year took so much out of me, I might need to be pushed across the finishing line in a wheelbarrow. And I'm not sure I should be wildly celebrating the arrival of 2019, because it could and probably will be worse. But one thing is for sure, for me this year ended with a bang.
When I woke up and discovered there was a rumour flying around Twitter that I had died of cancer.
During the last election campaign I used to have fun portraying Stephen Harper under assault by our superior social media. And that superiority helped us bring down the Harper regime, by exposing their lies, helping to get out the vote, and by humiliating Great Closet Leader over and over again.
I loved it, there's nothing I like more than seeing bullies deflated. But of course the Cons hated it, and vowed that they would never allow that to happen again. And that this time THEY would be the Lords of Social Media.
As Robert Mueller closes in on Donald Trump, the Orange Oaf has been tweeting up a storm, hoping to distract Americans from his crime family's problems.
And while many of those tweets fly out of his gaping pie hole like bats out of a cave. Most of them fly out of his other end.
The other day I wrote that although some Cons may have taken down the Progressive Blogger site. Twitter is still standing and it belongs to us. So when I saw that Rona Ambrose was inviting Canadians to tweet her their questions.
Well they always were a weird couple, Stephen Harper and Homer Simpson. Sharing a strange space together on Lord Harp's sinister Twitter feed. Wading through the people Prime Minister Stephen Harper follows on his Twitter account is like going through a laundry list of Conservative members of Parliament.
All the familiar faces are there: Employment Minister Jason Kenney, Treasury Board President Tony Clement, Environment Minister Leona Aglukkaq. And then there's Springfield resident Homer J. Simpson. It just didn't make sense.
OMG. Somebody call Interpol or the International Hipster Police. I knew the sinister Con operatives in the PMO are desperate, but this is the limit !@#!@ The Con drone who pretends to be Stephen Harper on Twitter is trying to fool Canadians into gagging on the ultimate Big Lie. By doing his/her/its best to make it look like Great Nerd Leader is as cool as Homer Simpson !!!!
I don't know about you eh? But I find the weird story about the Rob Ford campaign and the fake tweeter really creepy. Not just because of this:
The Twitter account was the work of the deputy communications director of Rob Ford's campaign, Fraser Macdonald, and was created with one purpose in mind: getting the whole recording of a conversation between Dieter Doneit-Henderson and the candidate, in which Ford promised the fibromyalgia-afflicted man that he would "fucking try to find" OxyContin for him.
But also because of the level of deception. The amount of work that went into it, the buried messages.
And of course, this picture...
Which only makes me REALLY want to know who paid for this homophobic Tamil radio ad.
Because it seems to me that it achieved two objectives. It reminded people about the Tamils migrants who Ford had attacked.
In a city where anti-migrant feeling is higher than any other place in Canada.
And it reminded people that Smitherman was gay. Just a few days before the election.
Subtle eh?
You know the right-wing media is so busy blowing Ford they seem to be ignoring the role racism and homophobia played in the election.
But I'm not convinced. I still believe both issues helped give him a landslide.
And now that I see the kind of people who are pulling the Pig Man's strings.
I have a feeling Rob Ford's Toronto could become a REALLY scary place...
Every year around this time I feel like quitting blogging. And I never understood why I always feel the animal urge to come back. Until I read the bourgeois fool Margaret Wente. And I realized it's because I'm a male, I'm an idiot, and I like to pee in the snow.
Perhaps you've noticed that most of the comments on these websites are not terribly sophisticated. They contain a large insult quotient, even when they come from people with advanced degrees. They remind me of nothing so much as a bunch of 12-year-olds holding peeing contests in the snow.
Not that there's anything wrong with that eh? But all I can say is if she's going to write about blogging, shouldn't she do some research? So she can find out that men and women are equally represented. Spare us from this sexist nonsense: Men clearly have an urge to blog that women lack. Like extreme snowmobiling, the blogosphere is dominated by men. Not many women are interested enough in spitting out an opinion on current events every 20 minutes.
And ask more interesting questions....like why are bloggers getting older? According to the Pew Research Center's Internet & American Life Project, blogging activity has dropped drastically among young adults in the United States....In December 2007, for instance, 28 percent of all 18-to-29-year-olds with an Internet connection kept some sort of blog. By the same time last year, that number hovered around 15 percent. "Sites like Twitter are offering this other way to maintain a similar social connection, but without the concerted effort of a detailed, four-paragraph blog post..." Or the questions I ask myself. Is a four-paragraph blog post really a concerted effort? Is Wente really an IDIOT? These days, you don't even have to start a blog to get an audience. All you have to do is write “Margaret Wente is an idiot” and hit send. Instant gratification! And who knew she's THAT famous? Of course I'm an idiot too. But I do love blogging. And since I also like to make videos. And the more videos I make the less I blog. Which thanks to the Manolo Lady, I now understand is bad for my manly manliness.
I welcome this development...
Or do I? Although I liked the Late for Work one a lot, and the blond guy at the bar...when he was drunk... I STILL can't decide.
Are we becoming smarter and more creative....or dumber and more violent?
Oh well. At least two things are for sure eh?
Whether you're male or female blogging is easier when it rains. Harder when it's sunny and WARM.
And after today, nobody can deny, that Margaret Wente is an IDIOT...
