This Day In Snookland...Return To MILF Island?

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Remember back in December when our mandateless Premier and her coterie of press-bashing wizard monkeys forced a lowly shock-jock to take the fall for her joking around about MILFs and Cougars and such on a Comox Radio station after she, herself, had already joked around a few months earlier about Mr. Skin and strip poker in the Legislature with a different shock jock?

Well.

It turns out that Ms. Clark returned to the Comox Valley in late February and kept up the shock jockish talk, unassisted, during a stump-speech.

Ryan Parton had the story, which is now being wurlitzered around the majors, in the Comox Valley Business Gazette. Here is his lede and a little more:

Premier Christy Clark delivered a well-polished speech at Crown Isle (Restaurant in Courtenay) last Friday (Feb. 22), during which she soapboxed about delivering a balanced budget, helping BC families and growing the economy...

{snippety doo-dah}

...A seasoned orator, as well as a veteran of a talk radio business where controversy and titillation are king, Clark delivered what was surely the highlight of the presentation only a few minutes in. While struggling against a microphone that wouldn’t stay upright, she commented, “I’m not going to say it reminds me of my ex-husband.” The comment was met with laughs by all and the most raucous ovation of the afternoon...


Bizarre, no?

But, all joking aside, it really does appear that Ms. Clark's ex-husband, political spinmeister Mr. Mark Marissen, does, despite his long track record of wizardarious sword-wielding, seem to be in need, perhaps, of a little blue political pill these days if his recent performance on the Twittmachine feed is any indication.

Case in point, here he is doing his best to pump up his ex-wife in the wake of that second round of Iron Snowbird fluff-puffery from Preston Manning the other day...

And here is the retort of another wily ol' coyote pol who knows the futile, and dare we suggest it (but only because his ex-wife already did) flaccid, efforts of an over-the-hill spinmeister when he sees it...

Gosh.

After all that is there really any need to go into the matter of toga parties......spidery men from spidery planets....the Boyz....and/or potential consolations prizes for BC Rail trains going into and out of tunnels that may or may not have contributed to any later bouts of performance anxiety and/or politically expedient separations of stately manors?

Sheesh.

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