OMG. I knew it wouldn't last. Just the other day he was tweeting his horn, playing with his chinchilla, pretending to be Mr Nice Guy Leader.
Today he was back to his usual self, Mr Nasty Crazy Leader, and playing with the Con caucus.
The great man thus entered the room to a standing ovation, the chanting of his surname and rhythmic clapping. Apparently we are to assume the government caucus reacts this way whenever the Prime Minister arrives to speak to them.
Soaking up the sweaty adulation of his hapless stooges, like a Third World dictator. Posing for the media, puffing out his flabby tits, and declaring that what Canadians need is a new Great War on Crime.
You have seen them on their grubby channel assaulting the decency of Canadians.
Attacking the weak and the vulnerable, like a pack of filthy cowards.
Smearing native people, Muslims, the Roma, even those who would defend bullied children in our schools.
Now they're begging for money, trying to force the CRTC to make us pay for their ugly, evil programming. And look who is answering their desperate call.
As you know Jimbo Flaherty, the Con man now posing as a Finance Minister, really hates Kevin Page, the Parliamentary Budget Officer.
And for all the right reasons.
For proving him wrong over and over again, and making him look like he doesn't know what he's doing.
I haven't written about Kathleen Wynne becoming Ontario's first woman and lesbian Premier, for a couple of reasons.
One, I hate writing the words "openly gay." You're either gay or you're not.
And two because at this point in the 21st Century I didn't think it should be a big deal.
But sadly I was wrong. For the flood of articles and blog posts claiming it doesn't matter, clearly show it does.
I still can't believe what Stephen Harper chose to do today, on the first day of the new session of Parliament.
But it was outrageous, and it said so much about him and his Con regime
For as hundreds of Idle No More supporters, men, women, and children, demonstrated outside in a blinding snow storm, demanding justice and a new beginning.
Inside the Commons the Prime Minister would only mouth platitudes, because he was too busy tooting tweeting his own horn.
Well I see that Great Batty Leader will be flying back to Parliament later today.
And I'd like to think the pundits are right when they predict turbulence ahead.
But all I see is more of the same.
A lot of sound and fury in a dead Parliament, where the Cons do what they want, and the opposition can't stop them.
He was so sure he was going to lose, they had to hire a squeegee kid to mop the sweat off his ample brow.
And when he found out he had got off on a technicality, he was so relieved he sounded like the new and improved Rob Ford.
He stood at the podium, grey faced. With a choking voice, he read from a script.
“This has been a very, very humbling experience,” Ford said.
For about ten seconds.
Well today was Robbie Burns Day, the most sacred day of the Old Scottish Calendar.
And no doubt all over the world the Tartan Army was drinking heavily, and eating the horrible haggis.
But not me eh?
Because although I'm extremely proud of my Scottish heritage, I don't drink, I don't touch the awful offal.
Sometimes these days when I look at the horror that is Harperland, I can't help feeling like that other Simon in Lord of the Flies.
Who realized that The Monster the other boys were hunting with their wooden spears didn't exist.
And that the real monster was THEM.
Dear Chief Spence
I was so happy to hear that you will be ending your long hunger strike.
Attawapiskat Chief Theresa Spence has decided to end her six-week-long hunger strike after members of the Assembly of First Nations and the Liberal and New Democrat caucuses agreed to back a list of commitments supporting aboriginal issues.
For you have endured enough, your people need you, and you don't need to die for your great struggle to go forward, stronger than ever.
