Well nobody at this beach on the Toronto Island today was complaining about an ill wind from the West.
Because it was warm and wild, and summer like life is so short and precious.
However, had they been in Calgary this weekend, they would have encountered another kind of wind.
Hot, foul, and fetid, whistling out of Stephen Harper's main orifice, and aimed squarely at Justin Trudeau.
As I have mentioned before, the story of Chris Alexander reminds me in some ways of the Oscar Wilde story The Picture of Dorian Gray.
Where the portrait of the bright, boyishly handsome diplomat, morphs into something monstrous.
After he sells his soul to the devil, or in his case Stephen Harper.
And sure enough, in the latest chapter of Chrissy's descent into darkness, the picture grows even uglier.
Golly. Talk about the showdown at the Calgary Corral, or the redneck Stampede.
The aging gunslinger in the black hat, staring with his cold dead eyes at the young upstart in the white hat, who is preparing to humiliate him.
And while I can only imagine what was going through Stephen Harper's mind at the sight of his hated rival flaunting his growing popularity. Even in his beloved Alberta.
You can be sure it wasn't pretty eh?
Trying to be a good host and failing so miserably...
I'm pretty sure not many people in Ontario, let alone the rest of Canada, took time off from their busy lives, or Summer, to watch Kathleen Wynne's Throne Speech today.
And neither did I eh?
Because summer is too precious, life is too short, and since I'm flying to Britain soon, I've got other things to worry about.
But it was an interesting declaration of faith in the power of putting people first.
Premier Kathleen Wynne has rolled out a progressive, energetic agenda in her first majority Speech from the Throne. Vowing to lead from the “activist centre,” her Liberals appear determined to honour their campaign pledges to put people first, and then some.
And what happens next could play a major role in the next federal section.
Lordy. Somebody call an exorcist. Stephen Harper is haunting my inner sanctum. I just can't get away from him.
As I told you the other day, I was shocked to find that flyer jammed in my front door.
And today my nightmare only grew worse.
When I found this unsolicited invitation in my twitter feed !!!!!
Which since Harperland and paranoia go so well together, had me wondering why am I on the Con voting list instead of their Enemy List? Why are they pretending they don't know where I live or don't read my e-mails?
And are they trying to ruin my reputation ??!@#!!!!
Until I realized that Harper is just DESPERATE.
Well I knew the shirtless jogger Joe Killoran had won his confrontation with Rob Ford yesterday from the moment it was over.
Because after that, as you can see in the photo, not even a gallon of horse tranquilizer could keep Robbie from peering nervously over his shoulder.
No doubt trying to remember what Boss Harper had told him to do when confronted by an ordinary citizen angrily demanding answers. Apart from having them arrested, or in Ford's case jumping on them.
But it was all in vain, the internet was unanimous, Joe was the winner.
I don't know how many Canadians realize how badly Stephen Harper has wounded the CBC.
But from what I hear from a friend who works there, and who expects to be among the 2,000 employees who will soon lose their jobs, the wounds are practically mortal.
And the Cons could be gnawing on its bones in less than three years.
And if you want to know how much pain that is causing, all you have to do is read this sad letter.
Well I have to admit it couldn't have been a more perfect long weekend.
It finally feels like summer in The Great White North. The breeze on the lake is warm and sexy. The island boys have World Cup fever, and so do I.
The massive World Pride party ended with the most amazing rainbow I've ever seen.
Today was Canada Day. Another excuse to party like CRAZY !!!!
And all I can say after finally collapsing this evening is, I wouldn't want to live in any other country in the whole wide world. And how lucky I am.
Well yesterday he came back from rehab, but refused to answer any questions from journalists.
All we got from him was a hollow apology, and a campaign speech.
But today Rob Ford was confronted by an ordinary citizen, who told him exactly what he thought of him.
It was of course a monstrous sight. Rob Ford telling the world, and I mean the world, I'm so sorry I've acted like a brutish bully, and I'm even more sorry I hurt myself.
"When I look back on some of the things I have said and some of the things I did when I was using, I am ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated," Ford told reporters at an invitation-only news conference Monday, when he returned to city hall after a two-month absence.
Rehab was HELL.
But I'm cured now and I STILL want to cling to power !!!!
