Thoughts from the election

PS I'm a Nigerian Prince and heir to 50 million

We all get these kind of letters all the time.

Finally the NDP know their place

This weekend Jagmeet Singh has come out again, reinforcing his promise that the NDP will not support a Conservative minority government.

Great news for the stalwart dippers who believe the libs and reformers are the same and the disaffected libs who are pissed at which ever broken promise upsets them the most.

Now if you live in a purple riding like the GTA, where the NDP grab any stranger off the street to wear orange for a couple of months, you can more comfortably vote red or if you live in a riding where they take their orange more seriously you can safely vote Orange.

As for the Greens, my sources tell me that they are planning a takeover of our most western island, which makes sense as it is the location with the most huggable trees in North America.

Under the continuing FPTP electoral system this is about as good as it can get. 

We've been through this before when Ignanatieff decided to visit his homeland and rebuke the olive branch being offered by the other opposition parties, after Harper, in contempt of parliament, prorogued his minority government to avoid loosing a confidence vote.

The result of which was a near decade of darkness ruled by the oily blue meanies.

So with caution, I suggest that the dippers do us all a favour and keep Cullen away from the cameras and hold a liberal minority government to one simple concession for their votes. 

End the FPTP in the first year.

As for my personal political compass I'm still sitting to the left and south of Gandhi.

Can't get a woman to cook, eat cat

Note to Self:

When reminiscing about the good old days, remind your viewers that misogynous attitudes about women's roles and racist humour were quite prevalent and sadly acceptable back then. 

For the record I was not paid to make fun of the gaffes spoken in this video.

There is something tragic about clowns named Chuckles

The famous one, surprisingly similar to our current Canadian version, was also known to take on many different disguises to conceal, cloak and gloss over his true identity, that of a clown.

A trait, which in the end, at least for the famous Chuckles sadly led to his demise, when he dressed as Peter Peanut to lead the Thanksgiving parade in Milwaukee, back in 1970, and was tragically crushed to death by a rogue elephant who tried to crack him open.

After reviewing the performance of the Conservative leader as reported by the bloggers around these parts, both from his hired help Kinsella and his most aggressive critic Simon, I am reminded of the famous words from the original Chuckles.

A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.