You think Stephen Harper might have learned his lesson. You think a tiny sliver of light might have penetrated even into his dark world.
You think he might have finally realized that his oily obsession is leading us to economic disaster.
Declining crude oil prices are taking a brutal toll on the Canadian stock market, as investors take a dim view of the country’s economic prospects in an era of cheap, plentiful energy.
But no, no he hasn't. He's sharpening his greasy fangs, and giving himself the power to jail pipeline protesters.
I have no idea why Stephen Harper lies all the time. I don't know whether it's compulsive, and he just can't help himself.
Or whether that grubby little man simply thinks that we're all fools.
But he does lie all the time, like he did last Wednesday.
Only to be shown to be twisting the truth. Again.
When I first heard the news that another Canadian jihadi had surfaced on YouTube, and was making wild threats against us, at first I was naturally terrified.
Could Great Closet Leader really have found another warrior wannabe like himself, to scare the cowardly into voting for his foul Con regime?
And try to justify turning us into a police state.
But then I saw it was only this loser.
It was a magnificent and moving sight, fourteen beams of light reaching into the sky from the top of Montreal's Mount Royal.
One for each of the women murdered at the École Polytechnique, in the shadow of the mountain where I want my ashes scattered, twenty-five years ago.
But as beautiful as that sight was, for some reason it also reminded me that I live in the darkness of Harperland.
Where the points of light are few and far between, and all is ugly and CRAZY.
And now it has been twenty five years, since that that snowy day in Montreal, when a man with a gun stole the lives of so many young women.
And this year that sad anniversary has never seemed so poignant and painful, with all the stories in the news about the never-ending violence against women.
As if we had learned nothing, as if they had died for nothing.
As if we had forgotten that it was that same bestial, senseless, cowardly hatred that drove their killer to unleash his murderous violence upon them...
I can only guess why Stephen Harper hates Kathleen Wynne with a passion that makes you want to pick up the phone, and call the police.
Because I'm not a psychiatrist specializing in the treatment of clinical psychopaths, who can't feel the pain of others. Or be rehabilitated.
But I know do enough about him and his morally depraved Con cult to come up with a short list of possible reasons:
Almost as soon as the shooting stopped, and not long after he emerged from his closet, Stephen Harper declared that Canada was under attack by the dark forces of ISIS.
And starting calling the dead gunman, Michael Zehaf-Bibeau, an ISIS terrorist. Even though he was a mentally ill crack addict.
And a few days later the RCMP Commissioner Bob Paulson claimed the RCMP had a video that showed that Zehaf-Bibeau had acted for ideological motives.
But now it turns out we may never see that video, and as Tim Harper points out, that's a real threat to our democracy.
Well now it's official. Now you can call him comrade Harper. Or Great Yum Yum or Dumb Dumb Leader.
Or just Mr Sellout.
Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s government quietly signed a customs-sharing agreement with China without announcing it to the public, Global News has learned.
And the move has experts worried about the consequences to Canada’s security.
I didn't think it was possible for anyone to defend Julian Fantino, after all he has done to our veterans.
And after even the PMO thought he was so out of control they sent one of their top operatives to babysit him.
But apparently that wasn't enough, because there was Stephen Harper yesterday, snarling at his opponents, defending his beloved Julie.
He has always hated the CBC. He hates what it represents, the Canada he despises. Our Canada.
You can see it when he takes questions from CBC reporters. The insane hatred in his cold dead eyes, the way he purses his thin cruel lips, or licks them. The barely repressed violence bubbling below the surface.
But over the years Stephen Harper has successfully managed to conceal how he REALLY feels about the CBC.
Until it seems he could no longer restrain himself, and his depraved plan was finally revealed
