A great man once said, "Politics is inherently stupid." That great man was me.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

The Annual Parliamentary Press Gallery dinner

Well, NDP leader Jack Layton may have had the flashiest display, but it was truly Stephen Harper who had the best performance at the recent the annual Parliamentary Press Gallery Dinner. From his uncanny impressions of Preston Manning, Brian Mulrooney, Anne McLellan and John McCallum to his "Fox Hat" crack, he had me in stitches...yes, you did hear that right. Best of all was his take on the whole Grewal affair. Paraphrased:

"Gurmant couldn't be here tonight...He's home taping the hockey game for me. Don't worry, he'll edit it up so that my team wins in the end."

Accordingly, he wrote the speech himself, so I hear. I am impressed.

It was nice to see the politicians unwind for a night and make light of the very, very tense year we've been having in Canadian politics.

Maybe I'm naive, but I was actually kind of shocked to hear Jack Layton say "shit" on television. Part of me realizes that for a politician in the US, that would be political suicide. Here in Canada, we don't mind. It's an interesting contrast.

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Mr Music said...

I want to tell you all a story 'bout a GTA urban wife

Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High

Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play

She said Mom I got a note here from the Harper So-Cons in the G.T.A.

The note said Misses Urban Girl, you're wearing your dresses way too high

It's reported you've been talking to the youth and ethnics, women’s groups and gays

And we don't believe you ought to be a bringing up your little girl this way

It was signed by the secretary, Harper So-Cons GTA.

Well, it happened So-Cons G.T.A. were gonna meet that very afternoon

They were sure surprised when Misses Urban Girl wore her miniskirt into the room

And as she walked up to the blackboard I still recall the words she had to say

She said, I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper So-Cons G.T.A.

Well there's John Reynolds, sitting there and seven times he's asked me for a date

Messrs. Flaherty and Clement always missing that retirement is just 4 months away

And Mr. Capobianco can you tell us what your smokin’ that makes you blind

And shouldn't Peter Kent be reading news not playing with you wasting all his time

Well Mr Harper couldn't be here 'cause he’s filling sandbags for the bunker again

He may as well get ready cuz the writing’s on the wall – “you loser has-been”

Then you have the nerve to tell me you think that as a mother I'm not fit

Well this is just a little piece of urban Canada where none of you are ever gonna fit.

No, I wouldn't put you on because it really did, it happened just this way

The day my Mama socked it to the Harper So-Cons G.T.A.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 4:18 p.m.  

This Moonbat reminds me of a sign that was put up in my university offering "creative resistance class" ads, sponsored (of course) by all the usual left-wing groups. They were offering to teach people how to use "the arts" (surprise) to protest the "system" (in Canada, I wonder why that's necessary). And by "the arts" I mean song, comedy and DANCE. Dance, people. Who protests through dancing except a stoned "all-natural" hippie vegan?

I decided I'd come up with a poem for you myself! I hope you like it:

I want to tell you all about a good and honest man

He saw things going down the hill and said "this 'aint the plan"

Seems all we got is crooks and thieves, and everyone's doing wrong

And now we're told that wrong was really right all along

We can kill our kids inside the womb, they're really parasites

And don't let rednecks tell you no, cause killing is your right

And don't you dare believe in God, you're just a backward fool

But leave my own beliefs alone, the TV says their cool

We'll string you up upon a cross for speaking for what's right

And if you try to speak your mind, well son that's not alright

We'll take your money 'cause it's ours, who cares if you worked hard?

We need another limousine and gardener for the yard

But listen libs, and listen hard, 'cause you're just full of shit

And for all your sanctimonious talk you're all just hypocrites

So don't come round my blog no more
Cause boy, you're far from home

Think twice before you tangle with
The Con who wrote this poem.

He didn't even leave his name! What a coward.

By Blogger Danté, at 5:36 p.m.