“We must destroy the village in order to save it; to deny this is to engage in the most egregious hypocrisy.”
AND I WANT THAT PIPELINE.
He’s probably going to roll in the tanks, here, to get it.
I’m probably going to be killed, in the name of exporting democracy to the world. But, it’s a pretty poor sort of democracy, I think!
Anyway, Bloggers…thank you for your patience. My enormous and ultra-bloated (why, it’s so bloated it makes Twitter only look super-bloated instead of hyper-bloated!) post on The Physics Of The Marvel Universe is proceeding apace, and will shortly make a disgusting rotten-egg smell by dropping onto this here blog in two parts.
The third part will go elsewhere, due to the rotten-egg corollary of the Pauli Exclusion Principle.
It will probably be about thirty pages, all in all.
God, I wish I could tell you it’ll all be worth it.
We’ve had inept philosophers as Prime Ministers before, but Stephen Harper practically embarrasses L. Ron Hubbard with his flights of fancy. There’s a reason he likes to propound his shitty bargain-bin Reaganomics at symposia in other countries, and that’s because he gets to represent it as a viewpoint that has a mandate…and he certainly can’t do that in Canada, because he’d be FLATTENED as soon as he tried it. A bit of a coward, our Steve?
To promote democracy abroad, he seems to say to me, we must hobble it at home.
But hush! Not in front of the children.
He still thinks we’re mindless sheep. He really does. I don’t think there’s any question about that. And so I print this absolutely free of any fear that any of the Harper Conservatives will act upon it even if they think it’s true: next election, he’ll be gone.
So we just have to keep him from strip-mining the place until then.
Things are pretty bad, and they’re going to get worse. They are so bad, and they’re going to get so much worse, that I am actually relying on Christy Clark to keep me from being crushed under the tread of a tank. I am relying on Christy Clark to keep things from going more to shit.
So pass the Lord, and praise the ammunition. Put your head between your legs, and kiss your ass goodbye.
Because that’s the least of the contortions you’re going to have to do, to live here for the next little while. So you might as well warm up.
Ai ya. Most shit PM ever. Not even any close competitors.
Iron Man, if Iron Man was actually called “Human Brain Diaper”.
It’s really only a question of fucked we’re gonna be, y’know?