Well I see we are still a couple of days away from the one-year anniversary of the dark day Great Ugly Leader won his precious majority.
But that hasn't stopped some in our Con media from already rushing to buff his bronzed legend buttocks.
It's reached a point where I almost can't bear to read or watch any MSM coverage of the Quebec student strike.
Because all I usually see is a bunch of kooky old right-wing pundits flapping their gums, or hissing like kettles. Like the grotesque Con dwarf Rex Murphy.
Who should have been locked in a padded cell, or a broom closet, for writing such fascist tripe.
So I thought I should straighten him and the others out by pointing out some other facts:
I told you last night I've never seen Stephen Harper look so weak and so vulnerable. So wonderfully insane, so beautifully SCARED.
Well, that's the photographic evidence, and this is why.
The federal New Democrats are enjoying a rise in support that puts them ahead of the Conservatives following the election of new leader Thomas Mulcair, according to a new national poll.
Gawd. What a horrible way to begin my day.
All I could think of was Stephen "Woody" Woodworth polishing his big teeth, and preparing for his big day.
Even my egg started to look like him, and I hardly dared boil it, in case it should hatch. For who knows when life begins eh?
Oh. My. Gilead. When I saw those women in red on Parliament Hill today, I thought the Harper Cons were getting ready to re-enact their favourite scene from The Handmaid's Tale.
When the women are brought before the men, told to be submissive as Lord Harper's missionary church commands them. And a gnarly old man gets to grope their rights, and instructs them to breed or ELSE.
And sure enough they were.
Wow. What a dramatic finish. The rednecks were squealing with anticipation. The beer was on ice.
The Big Oil Barbie was so sure she would win.
But in the end the old wild hog couldn't make it up the hill of its own excrement and bigotry.
Oh no. Somebody call Limousine Anonymous. I see poor Bev Oda has had another unfortunate relapse.
Oda was originally supposed to stay at the Grange St. Paul's Hotel, the site of the conference on international immunizations she was in London to attend. The Savoy is two kilometres away and Oda hired a car and driver to shuttle her between the hotels and around London over her three-day stay.
And as usual, the taxpayers were stuck with the bill. Except that this time not only were the limos expensive. So was the even fancier hotel.
I spent a really quiet Earth Day. Paying homage to the sun, using as little energy as possible, and wishing I was in Montreal.
Oh no. Bang me with a bong. What a gaffe. I thought 4/20 was every day of the week.
Not an annual protest.
A crowd estimated at more than 10,000 people gathered outside the Vancouver Art Gallery Friday for the annual marijuana smoking event known as “4/20.”
That just keeps getting bigger and bigger.
Well I was glad to see Vic Toews pop up on the TV today after his recent physical and mental Vikileaks problems. And I was also glad to see he looked as scary as ever.
But sadly my joy at seeing him back on his feet didn't last long eh? Because as soon as he opened his mouth nothing he said made any sense.