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This morning we established, beyond a shadow of a doubt that has absolutely nothing to do with misplaced gallows humour thrown from the cliffs of insanity, that accountability for public health policy disasters in Stephen Harper's Canada is lower than it is in today's China.
Which begs the question.....when did this very bad, very fast downhill slide begin?
Well, for me, it began on Nov 30, 2005, the day the last federal election writ was dropped.
Which, if you, like me, mourn the death of the country formerly known as Canuckistanmikitaville, is a day that will live on in infamy.
It is also a day I just happened to be in OttaWash, and I remember it like it was yesterday......
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Wednesday, November 30, 2005
The Dogs On Mainstreet Howl
BecauseTheyUnderstand
PromisedLandVille
I just got back from bloody Ottawa where it was actually warmer than it is in Vancouver.
But screw the warming.
Because this freakish weather business looks like a global warning to me, in more ways than one.
Or even a thousand.
Anyway, the cigar tube-assisted trip to the Nation's Capital (of hubris) was a science-geek thing where I was forced to sit with a bunch of fellow obsessive/compulsives for three days straight so that we could bash each other's grants, and each other, up the side of the head for 16 hours at a time.
Kind of like waterboarding with sharp sticks, no water, and very bad coffee.
Usually we are stuck in hotel basement bunker rooms. However, this time around, for some unfathomable reason, we were deposited in a 27th floor room right under the revolving rooftop restaurant on Kent St. As a result, every 30 minutes or so we spun around and came face-to-face with the clock tower (the rest of the time we could see the billowing of the pulpmill smokestacks across the river in Hull that obscured the Museum of Civilization.....).
At about 7pm Monday night the few amongst us who are even aware that there actually is an outside world, which is not a normal character trait amongst science geeks, noticed the small white puffs of smoke rising from one of Parliament's many chimneys just as the caterwauling began.....
And a scant five minutes later, if you looked very carefully, you could see the beasts begin their sprint for the river looking for fresh blood and raw bones to gnaw on....and those were just the advance men....somewhere off in the distance I was sure I could hear the joyful hooting of Warren Kinsella...but I could have been mistaken.
By the way, Ottawa cab drivers routinely kill people....they are insane.
And five and a half hours with Robert Milton's minions constantly trying to sell you 5 dollar cup-a-soups on the cigar tube ride home is enough to drive just about anyone crazy.
But who cares. After all, January 23rd, 2006 is far off in the distance beyond the Holiday Season (take that Bill O'Lielly) Horizon.
And Paulie is doomed anyway....Even Bono has grown tired of him now.
PromisedLandVille
I just got back from bloody Ottawa where it was actually warmer than it is in Vancouver.
But screw the warming.
Because this freakish weather business looks like a global warning to me, in more ways than one.
Or even a thousand.
Anyway, the cigar tube-assisted trip to the Nation's Capital (of hubris) was a science-geek thing where I was forced to sit with a bunch of fellow obsessive/compulsives for three days straight so that we could bash each other's grants, and each other, up the side of the head for 16 hours at a time.
Kind of like waterboarding with sharp sticks, no water, and very bad coffee.
Usually we are stuck in hotel basement bunker rooms. However, this time around, for some unfathomable reason, we were deposited in a 27th floor room right under the revolving rooftop restaurant on Kent St. As a result, every 30 minutes or so we spun around and came face-to-face with the clock tower (the rest of the time we could see the billowing of the pulpmill smokestacks across the river in Hull that obscured the Museum of Civilization.....).
At about 7pm Monday night the few amongst us who are even aware that there actually is an outside world, which is not a normal character trait amongst science geeks, noticed the small white puffs of smoke rising from one of Parliament's many chimneys just as the caterwauling began.....
And a scant five minutes later, if you looked very carefully, you could see the beasts begin their sprint for the river looking for fresh blood and raw bones to gnaw on....and those were just the advance men....somewhere off in the distance I was sure I could hear the joyful hooting of Warren Kinsella...but I could have been mistaken.
By the way, Ottawa cab drivers routinely kill people....they are insane.
And five and a half hours with Robert Milton's minions constantly trying to sell you 5 dollar cup-a-soups on the cigar tube ride home is enough to drive just about anyone crazy.
But who cares. After all, January 23rd, 2006 is far off in the distance beyond the Holiday Season (take that Bill O'Lielly) Horizon.
And Paulie is doomed anyway....Even Bono has grown tired of him now.
# posted by Gazetteer @ Wednesday, November 30, 2005 Comments (9) | Trackback
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So.
When, where, and/or why did it all become clear to you?*
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*That we were headed for Heckfire in a Handmaid's Tale Basket I mean.
And if you have any lingering doubts about the evil contents of that basket check this out.
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