Yes, the snow this morning was delightful.
And the Conservatives could run a dead monkey in Calgary West and still win.
Just sayin’.
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A dead monkey would be an improvement.
At least the dead monkey would have an excuse for having its eyes closed in Parliament. Plus it has the benefit of not saying unbelievably stupid things all the time. 
And if it were to get into trouble, it probably wouldn’t be as difficult to discipline (spank).
Okay, so we’re all agreed? Start the write-in campaign to replace Rob Anders with a dead monkey?
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Replace him with a dead trans monkey.
Looks like the son of a bitch woke up to make a stand against trans’ rights. This guy is a walking, talking, sleeping, neon sign flashing “Vote for the bigot party!”
Wonder why so many people are concerned about the Conservatives? It’s guys like him. If they cut folks like him loose, they’d pick up more votes from people who previously did not vote for them.
I get that, you get that, most thinking people get that - I don’t know why the decision-makers in the Conservative party don’t get that.
This latest debacle reminds me of the good ol’ days when I was sports editor for the University of Calgary’s student newspaper, The Gauntlet. In the spring of 1993 we published a letter to the editor under the headline, “Levant, Anders, McKinsley Spread Hate, Says Reader.” The Triumverate of Evil sued *The Gauntlet *for libel and eventually lost, of course, since there was nothing libellous in there.
Nice to see that Mr. Anders is still spreading hate 19 years later. It reassures me that he has remained as consistently worthless his entire life.
I was amused to spot this article this morning - Alberta ‘pot’ seized by police turns out to be late blooming daisies.
Watch out for your gardens, everyone!!
Rob Anders: the crazy never stops.
Gee, I wish I was transgendered so I could peek inside the ladies bathroom.
Ah, yes. The daisy bust.
In a way, it’s not surprising. Local police and other LEOs are extremely vigilant about drugs, probably since a major border crossing is just south of town (and local media regularly report busts at the border; mainly drugs and guns). So they see plenty. But that could also lead one to believe that the officers should know what marijuana looks like.
Fun story though.
Just get a job as a janitor. Then, you can look into them daily.
Of course, you’ll be cleaning them at the end of the day when nobody’s using them.
I just wanted to say ‘Happy Thanksgiving, everyone’. Here’s where I wish I were spending the weekend…
What would stop you from claiming you were?
Algonquin?
I had no real plans for the weekend–nobody’s invited me for dinner, nobody’s asked me over for cocktails, etc. But your photo gave me an idea: maybe I should just hie myself off to the local national park (Waterton!) and just have a nice day in the park. Some hiking, some scenery, and end up at the “open 24/7/365” hotel in the town for dinner. (And it is a nice place, with a fine wine cellar.)
Thanks for the idea, Le Ministre! I was wondering how to spend this weekend.
Happy thanksgiving too.
I’d invite you for dinner, Spoons, if it wasn’t for the pesky 3,000 km thing.
Your picture, Le Ministre, looks like a typical Ottawa Valley morning; I know since I drive the entire Ottawa Valley every durned morning. (Well, 5/7 anyway.)
Snow squall!
I don’t miss that. On the other hand, I almost forgot the Thanksgiving tradition of spending that weekend getting winter accouterment ready. I don’t need it here, although it was 12 degrees the other night and people were wearing winter gear. In Vancouver that means wool socks under the Teva Sandals. And touques, and scarves.
I was wearing capri pants, straight up sandals, and a light sweater. Perfectly comfy.
I really love how Vancouver has discrete seasons.