The Lasso of Truth

Breaking into the New Year!

I've decided to try a fiery new look for the old digs...love it?  Hate it?  Or as long as the Pinups keep coming who cares what colour the drapes are?

We are spending the evening partying with our enormous rabble of children and trying to keep everyone up until midnight.

To all of you, from Mikey & me...Happy New Year...play safe...stay out of trouble and see you after the cork pops!

Great Moments in Canadian Immigration

Please welcome the newest category and ongoing theme for this blog!

Who lets these people in..?

Darwish, a Canadian citizen who works full-time at Home Depot and has a part-time job removing carpet, was arrested Dec. 24 while entering the United States at Buffalo.

The U.S. Justice Department filed a criminal complaint Monday in Maryland, where Darwish had previously worked as a restaurant cook while allegedly providing secrets to Iraqi government officials and intelligence officers.

Prosecutors said documents seized by U.S. troops after the invasion of Iraq in March 2003 establish that Darwish was paid by the Iraqi Intelligence Service for "assistance." One of the documents, dated Aug. 6, 2002, indicates Darwish provided information that Iraqi volunteers were being trained by the U.S. military in Virginia and getting $2,000 (U.S.) a month.

In conversations recorded by the FBI in 2003 and 2004, Darwish, who also was a driver and part-time accounting assistant at the Iraqi embassy, is heard telling co-conspirators about activities by the Iraqi ambassador and other Iraqi government officials associated with the interim government following the fall of Saddam's regime

And where are his wife and three children now?

The Dutch get it

Now where is our own so-called Conservative government..?

Two weeks ago, the country's biggest left-wing political grouping, the Labor Party, which has responsibility for integration as a member of the coalition government led by the Christian Democrats, issued a position paper calling for the end of the failed model of Dutch "tolerance."

[..]

The paper said: "The mistake we can never repeat is stifling criticism of cultures and religions for reasons of tolerance."

Government and politicians had too long failed to acknowledge the feelings of "loss and estrangement" felt by Dutch society facing parallel communities that disregard its language, laws and customs.

Newcomers, according to Ploumen, must avoid "self-designated victimization."

She asserted, "the grip of the homeland has to disappear" for these immigrants who, news reports indicate, also retain their original nationality at a rate of about 80 percent once becoming Dutch citizens.

Instead of reflexively offering tolerance with the expectation that things would work out in the long run, she said, the government strategy should be "bringing our values into confrontation with people who think otherwise."

[..]

"We have to stop the existence of parallel societies within our society."

Just a full cup 'o' class over there...

Where a vacuum and forceps are likely considered an integral part of prenatal care...

It's a boy! 18-year-old Bristol Palin gave birth to "Tripp," making mom Sarah a 44-year-old grandmother. Menstruating grannies are a phenomenon most commonly found in Appalachia or the ghetto.It was a busy month for the Palins. Last week, the baby's other grandmother, Sherry Johnston, was arrested on six felony counts involving Rush Limbaugh's weakness, oxycontin.

We'll make fun of Tripp's name tomorrow. But tonight, the congratulations are pouring in from all over:

And I guess the Gulag was Club Med

Apparently for some of us, we never met a dictator we didn't love and admire...

Former Soviet dictator Joseph Stalin was beaten by medieval prince Alexander Nevsky in a poll held by a TV station to find the greatest Russian.

Stalin came third, despite being responsible for the deaths of millions of Soviets in labour camps and purges.

[..]

Stalin - born an ethnic Georgian - was riding high for many months and was in the number one slot at one point until the show's producer appealed to viewers to vote for someone else, says the BBC's Richard Galpin in Moscow.

Stalin sent millions of people to their deaths in the work camps of the Gulag. Millions more perished in political purges or during the forced collectivisation of farms during his rule from the 1920s to his death in 1953.

...and Mussolini kept the trains running on time.

Damn those lyin' eyes!

And where, pray tell, is the concern for the unwitting Israeli victims of the recent barrage of random rocket attacks?  Oh, I forgot.  So far, there haven't been any because the bloodthirsty murderers on the Gaza side are too incompetent to properly engage in violence that requires more intellect than the bullying or cajoling of mentally handicapped women* or deranged lunatics.

*Update:  In the comments, Dawg pointedly notifies me that the mentally handicapped suicide bombers referenced above were (contrary to original reports) not afflicted with Down Syndrome but instead, had depression and schizophrenia -- which I believe are still classified as MENTAL HANDICAPS.  Although his blatant hair-splitting is rather lame at best, I do concede the possibility that Muslims don't necessarily need mental handicaps to suffer from murderous derangement -- that is if he'll concede that regardless of their mental state, these 2 Muslim women did in fact strap explosives onto their bodies and blow themselves up in a bloody mess, in a crowded marketplace -- taking quite a few of their fellow Muslims with them.  mmmkay?  See?  I can admit when I'm wrong.

I did notice that in his eagerness to guzzle back the Palestinian propaganda Kool-Aid and, once again, lay blame solely at the feet of the filthy Jooos, Dawg doesn't hesitate to use obviously doctored photos of so-called victims...

 

Not that there would be any reason to believe anyone would doctor photos to garner sympathy for the Palestinians and anger toward the Israelis...dats just kwazy talk!

I could be wrong.  But I rarely am and I'm not blind.

But by all means Dawg...don't just take my word for it.  Take theirs instead.  After all, they never lie, right?

Weekend Pinup

Well, Christmas was a little hectic -- as can be expected in a house with 6 children -- and the introduction of "Rock Band" and an air hockey table certainly didn't make it any quieter, but we love to play with the kids (and with eachother) and a quiet household is one without joy.  Let's just hope the neighbours agree ;)

~ Sweet kisses go out to the eminently charming (and ruggedly handsome) Gerry Nicholls, who popped a note in my inbox to call my attention to the latest academic endeavor to determine the precise level of S&M-itude of a certain comic book heroine I know...

He points to Wonder Woman, created by a psychologist who happened to like S&M.

"He saw a woman with a lasso as particularly erotic, but at the same time he also intended her to be a peaceful figure. She’s designed to teach violent men to enjoy being tied up, to take pleasure in being passive," he said.

But a whole feminist movement read Wonder Woman a different way.

"There was a huge debate as to whether Wonder Woman was an erotic sex object or a real feminist,"

We've touched on a similar subject before, thanks to David T who has a knack for framing comic books in a particular context ;)  And I think I've made clear my sentiments on the feminism movement in general, so all I can say is...don't they have anything better to do with a university education?

~ David T also takes moment to rescind general tidings of goodwill to men who threaten to murder little girls for the crime of going to school...

In an announcement made in mosques and broadcast on radio, the militant group set a deadline of January 15 for its order to be obeyed or it would blow up school buildings and attack schoolgirls. It also told women not to set foot outside their homes without being fully covered.

“Female education is against Islamic teachings and spreads vulgarity in society,”

Of course, they don't mind a little vulgarity where their own throbbing, indiscriminate members are involved.  Leading one to wonder if the only things that make these losers happy is murdering innocent people and getting their rocks off.  Yes, I believe I might have read that somewhere.

~ Via Damian, Harry has a question for the caterwaulers who jump to the defense of the indiscriminate killers of Hamas, whenever Israel gets tired of random rocket fire from over the wall...

Finally there’s that lovely word again: disproportionate. Would you be satisfied if Israel responded by launching a barrage of more-or-less random rocket and mortar fire at neighborhoods in Gaza. That, after all, would be a “proportionate” response.

Good question, indeed.

~ Congratulations to Rachel Lucas who got married this weekend despite, I suspect, having what she terms as aesthetic ISSUES.

To You and Yours...

 

It has been a difficult year filled with stress, disappointment, challenges and spectacular failures.  It has also been a year filled with the most heart-lifting joy and positive momentum.

You, my readers, have proven to be a constant well of support and encouragement and for that no measure of thanks could ever suffice.  But thank you I will, and be forever grateful to have the privilege of being an influence and source of entertainment for such a vast array of good souls.

To the courageous and dauntless men and women fighting overseas, to my fellow bloggers and vocal readers who fight the good fight on the home front, to my family who despite my often prickly stubbornness still include me on their Christmas card lists, to my children who are a never-ending source of joy and pride...and most of all to my sweet lover Mikey, who is the inspiration for everything that is good and right in me...Thank you and have a very Merry Christmas!

And I thought bobbleheads were bad...

There's nothing like bringing dignity to the office...

 

Apparently, it goes into the Nativity.

Who let the Ho-Ho-Ho's out?!

 

Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year and not just because of the barrage of presents and cookies and days off from work -- though these are all things I am gloriously thankful for.  No, the biggest reason I love Christmas is because unlike any other time of year, nearly everyone is infected with an indescribable impulse to be just a little extra friendly and joyful.  I feel it in my own spirit and I often feel it from others -- not from the jerk who plows past everyone to get in line at the cashier, and not from the miserable sod who gave me the finger on my slushy drive in this morning -- but the chumps are fewer and further between this time of year.  I like that.  It fuels my faith for another year and revives my faith in others.

~ Of course, not everyone shares my positive outlook on the season.  The Food Whore makes mention of her run in with Grumpy McGrumple Pants. "A women's work is never done", indeed!

~ It should be interesting to see if wacky Ahy will be able to stifle that head-spinning, foaming at the mouth thing long enough to get through his Christmas address.  Who's idea was this?

~ Of course, the Mayor of Mitchieville offers a Christmas message to tune out the Negative Nellies.  And kindly offers a pinup of his own!

~ And if that doesn't put you in the mood, Maggie's Farmoffers a convenient excuse and explanation for your loss of mojo.  And I wonder if that hat would really keep her warm in the snow like that...?

~ The saucy buggers at Theo's place have on offer a healthy dose of Christmas Pussy (for fun), followed by a little Christmas cheer from the front lines (so we don't forget what to be thankful for).

Merry Christmas, guys!

The Great Canadian Hair Shirt

The sod gets turned for the erection of "a monument to Canada's embrace of humanity's highest ideals", yet I can't shake the feeling it's more akin to digging a shallow grave for our collective national dignity...

Short of chloroform and duct tape, the museum's only hope for visitors is trucking in tens of thousands of luckless students and arm-twisting governments to force civil servants to attend.

That's what's known as a Manitoba success story.

A shining beacon of self flagellation and a global declaration of our schizophrenic tendency towards penitent moral superiority.

Since the site for the Human Rights Museum is located in Canada, perhaps it would be fitting to suggest the addition of a Freedom of Speech wing.  After all, isn't a museum meant to display artifacts from times long past?

Some just write themselves

Clear some space under the tree for a scintillating bottle of GORE: Eau de Mort.

Not the expected bottle of festering drool from the great enviro-messiah...but almost as good.

Faster than you can say FATWA!

Oh my, I can smell the burning Volkswagon paint already...

A noted Muslim scholar has provoked a huge controversy in Europe by openly questioning the existence of the Prophet Mohammed.

The Islamist at the centre of the storm in Germany over whether Mohammed ever existed as an historical figure says he is simply following the conclusions of many years of rigorous research.

Mohammed Sven Kalisch, 42, the chair of Islamic Studies at the University of Muenster and whose duties include training teachers for the rising number of Muslim students in German high schools, has created a furor by stating that in all probability Mohammed was a mythical creation.

Overheard on the radio

Charles Adler on a tear...

I am dreaming of a country, a country so great that it allows and even encourages their citizens to live up to their God-given potential without stomping on them for using the words God given. I am dreaming of a country so great that it allows and even encourages their citizens to greet each other in any manner they wish at all times of the year. I dream of a country where people are free to speak, to write, to worship in any and every place of worship. I dream of a country where the education system teaches children the great virtues of western culture so that they can learn why so many people from everywhere in the world came to accept it and adopt it as their own. I dream of an education system that teaches this without fear that some governmental authority will muzzle it and pervert it in the name of open mindedness. I dream of a country where people aren't told to shut up about their beliefs in the name of respecting other people's beliefs. I dream of a country where fear is something we talk about as foreign, as a problem faced by people in other countries. I dream of a country called Canada, where people feel no need to hyphenate or bifurcate their nationality. I dream of a Canada that feels as open minded and generous as the one I was brought to more than half a century ago.

To which I can only add a hearty AMEN!

The safe-seat second guessers...

...want to know why a mentally ill man, with a history of violent manic behavior who was off his meds, was shot dead by police when he confronted them wielding 2 knives?

Why not taser him?  Why not just wound him?

Easy to say when you're not the guy faced with the choice of him or me.

And for those who forget just how dangerous and unpredictable a mental patient off his meds can be...just ask Charlene Minkowski.

WAKE UP, YOU @&*%$! 's

Yesterday's rant broke the dam on an inspiration block that has been choking my blogging habit since the summertime.  For that, I am eminently grateful to the ladies and gents on the other side of the ideological aisle for providing me the impetus for more inspired commentary.  I've got a full week's vacation coming up and I'm hoping to use it to get back on my full ranting game.

But while I still have work to get to, you'll have to be content with a few more mindless tidbits.

And to start, I'll just say that the one thing I could really use for Christmas, is an alarm clock that launches out a tirade of profanity to wake me up in the morning.

Then again, The Super Electrofluorescent Profanity Machine would be kind of like waking up with my first husband again...

In that case, a venomous viper might be a better gift.

Special Edition Puritanical Pinup

Break out the turtlenecks (or the burqas, as you please) because the tut-tutting vanguards of vagina on the festering left of the Canadian blogosphere have their plus-size cotton knickers in a knot over the profound insult of having a former stripper -- a stripper!!! -- nominated in the Best Feminist Blog category of the Canadian Blog Awards.

Suffice to say the stripper in question is most assuredly me but the real question is not can a stripper qualify as a feminist, but rather -- since when did these people judge the quality of feminist credential by the principled absence of public nipple displays?  And what (if any) effect does this have on their collective imperious defense of the right for heroin-addicted sex trade workers to pimp their asses out in our public parks and alleyways without fear of prosecution?

A lowly ex-stripper like myself is left to wonder what quantifiable difference there is between a woman who takes her clothes off on stage in order to earn enough money to feed her son and break from dependence on an abusive spouse, and one who takes her clothes off on stage for a recitation of "The Vagina Monologues" in the cause of self-glorification and the furtherance of a feminist doctrine which increasingly distances itself from the concerns and issues of actual women?

I suspect the born-again puritans on the left would take far less exception to my role in the flesh trade if I had dutifully taken on the requisite shroud of victimhood expected of "exploited" women for credentialed entry into the hallowed halls of femininity.  Had I acquired a debilitating drug addiction, an unbreakable dependence on social programs and welfare, or perhaps simply left my son unsupervised and starving while I trolled the streets to barter out the next scab-encrusted blowjob, only then might my ass-tossing to the latest pop tune be forgiven with all due lordly condescension.

GAWD FORBID I should use the tools nature gave me, to improve my own circumstances!  Didn't I realize that is clearly the role of an endless line of victim's advocacy groups and bloated bureaucratic nanny programs?  After all, what meaningful contribution does it make to the worldwide feminist movement in general, when a single woman lifts herself out of dire circumstances through a solid adherance to the principles of personal responsibility, with perseverance and within the confines of the rule of law?  And how dare I not be thoroughly ashamed of this seedy episode?

Had I ended up face down in a ditch, beaten and diseased, with an emaciated crack baby festering in a filthy crib at home -- the next up-and-coming addition to Oprah's poor-me-biography book list -- I'd be a fucking hero to these idiots.

But I'm a Conservative self-starter who helped myself and didn't whine about it, and that makes me a pariah in the world of Professional Feminist Perma-Outrage (TM).  As additional insult, I also happen to be a woman who does not shy away from or deny my sexuality or the role of sexuality in other women.  I do not subscribe to the notion that my physical appeal is something I should hang my head in shame over and I dare anyone to make the mistake of underestimating my intellect based on the cup size of my bra and the pair of 4 inch heels I could do a 100 meter sprint in. 

In a single day, I could go from re-shingling the roof in the morning to debating the moral and political implications of safe injection sites over dinner, then to spreading out the rubber sheet for a 4-hour session of sloppy, smutty sex with the man whom I share 6 children with, and never once doubt that (barring physical impairments) every single woman out there is fully capable of accomplishing exactly the same feats of diverse ambidexterity -- and that not a single one of them should be ashamed or apologetic for it.

I have been disqualified in the running for Best Feminist Blog because I used to be a stripper "...where to begin?", as one of the elitists put it.  Well, I sincerely believe that what truly disqualifies me from this category has a lot more to do with my strict adherence to sanity, rationality and reason, as well as a more than passing familiarity with decency, personal responsibility, and let's face it, personal hygiene.

So ladies -- and emasculated gentlemen...bring your hairy armpits and your hypocritical, circular, cut-and-paste logic to any mental challenge of your choice, and me and my thigh-high boots, silicone c-cups, and slutty half-naked pinups will still kick the snot out of your flawed intellectual assumptions and moral mastication, every single time.

Because my highly sexualized flaunting does not impair or cripple me, but it apparently does a magnificent job of tying you all up in masochistic knots.

Sober second thought:  Comments from 2 of the left-leaning blogs linked above indicate that the reason for my disqualification was in fact not because I used to be a stripper but rather, because I'm not a very good feminist and don't devote enough time and verbiage to Wymun's interests as defined by true feminists.  Thanks for the clarification and in light of the new facts on the ground, please see sufficiently relevant response above and clarifying comment below.

Feminism is for weak women who need excuses and causes to give their lives meaning, or for women who are too cowardly, lazy or overburdened by the massive chips on their shoulders, to measure up in any meaningful way without insisting on a handicap advantage.

I am neither, and I don't need a sheild made of ovaries to protect me from the natural consequences of my actions or to entitle me to rewards and consideration which I have not earned.

Welcome to Vegas!

...and the heaviest snowfall in the desert state of Nevada, in almost 30 years...

 

A rare winter storm swept through Southern Nevada Wednesday, dumping the most snow on the valley in nearly three decades, grounding flights at the airport, forcing the closure of major highways and closing schools for today.

Al Gore must have made a fly-over.

Sadly, NOT an Onion headline

Gay penguins expelled from zoo colony for stealing eggs are given their own to look after following animal rights protest...

'We decided to give them two eggs from another couple whose hatching ability had been poor and they've turned out to be the best parents in the whole zoo,' said one of the keepers.

'It's very encouraging and if this works out well we will try to arrange for them to become real parents themselves with artificial insemination.'

h/t

HoHoHo (with a context)!

San Francisco Overrun With Drunken, Smoking, Half-Naked Santas Again...

They were chanting "Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho!" and by they, I mean about 200 people dressed in some version, and in many cases a perverse version, of Santa Claus. They were also playing dodge ball, climbing trees, pounding beers, and generally inciting chaos. 

Which brings to mind something Mikey said to me on the weekend...Santa is probably so jolly because he knows where all the naughty girls live!

That Mikey...always thinkin'.

I bet you never thought

...you could get your pocket picked through Facebook.

Guess what?!

R.I.P.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

-- High Flight
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Bye-bye Bettie.

Hajj Rituals

"By performing hajj rituals, they fill the world, in fact, the entire world with mercy, tolerance, compassion and peace, promoting the values of truth, goodness and integrity..."

This particular ritual involves hurling stones at things.  A practice which many merciful, tolerant, compassionate, peace-loving Muslims are intimately familiar with.

What does it feel like to be hated?

That's awful. In a way that's even worse than the death threats. Some people just hate me because someone has told them I say about the Prophet this and about the Qur'an that. The man who killed Theo van Gogh did not know him, had never interacted with him, and never met him.

Ayaan Hirsi Ali on Freedom

The War of Words

 

An extensive collection Propoganda leaflets from the last 100 years worth of war.

Weekend Pinup

Fellow girl-blogger Wendy, gave me the heads up this Friday that the sultry legend, Ms. Betty Page, is in ill health these days.  I have often been compared to the saucy little siren and I am sorry to hear that a life so incandescentis set to be snuffed out in short order.  In light of the bad news, it seems a fitting time to revive an old pinup pic, in honor of Ms. Page...

~ I also owe thanks to Wendy for turning me on to the newest addition to the sidebar, the Freedom Bloggers.  From the looks of the list so far, I am in exceptional company.

~ The Weburbanist offers a glimpse into The Private Lives of Your Favorite Toys.  I know at least one Jedi for whom this should be old news ;)

~ Kuala Lumpur brings us the newest contestant for "Indonesian Idol".  Why every Karaoke night doesn't end this way, I'll never know.

~ "...she worked as a nurse for 16 years and admits to smoking cigarettes for twice that long"...and once her medical bills started soaring into the hundreds of thousands, she defrauded the taxpayer to get them covered.  Oh, sweet socialism...

~ Violent, "far-left" "youths"torch buildings and engage in general rioting after police shot an innocent young moppet who was in a group of other innocent young moppets, throwing projectiles at a police car.  It's a common refrain and I'm sure this has something to do with American foreign policy and the Israeli occupation of Palestine.

Just another day in socialized medicine

Um...

A woman said bosses at a Manchester, England, hospital asked that her deceased father sign a consent form before his death could be investigated.

Sally Guidon said she wrote to North Manchester General Hospital officials after the death of her father, James Johnson, 76, listing a series of complaints and asking for hospital staff to investigate the death, The Daily Mail reported Thursday.

However, Guidon said hospital bosses responded with a letter saying they needed Johnson to give written approval before his file could be opened.

A Day for Phallic Imagery

First, with the Great Canadian Pissing Contest…

Then came Canada’s much-beloved ex-pat, Mark Steyn, wrestling with “dickheads” over the humping habits of Muslims…

Climaxing with a collection of vintage comic book covers, depicting my namesake in a number of situations of *ahem* phallic wrestling of her own.

Some days, the universe just comes together on a common theme.

UPDATE:  Delayed gratification on the homefront.  Now everyone is left holding their *ahem*...well, you get it.

The Great Canadian Pissing Contest

American readers, confused by the unprecedented catfight happening on our own Parliamentary Hill may have an easier time with the explanation provided by one of your own...

Been asked a couple times now if I had any thoughts about what’s going on with the political situation up north there in Canada, and I have to say: Honestly, I don’t know what the hell’s going on up there. They had an election, and the Prime Minister said “nyah,” and then the other political parties said, “Oh, no you DIN’T” and then exploding space monkeys swarmed Ottawa and the Queen had to fly over to beat people and monkeys with her scepter and at the end of it all Quebec was put on the block? And traded for a fish? Or something? It’s all really confusing to us simple folks down here in the US, with our uncomplicated election process that never goes wrong, ever. All I know is at the end of it, Canada will still have national health care and we won’t. So there’s that.

That about sums it up just fine.

Have Hubris, Will Travel

Much hay is being made of the recent coup being perpetrated in this sleepy little berg on the cusp of Obamaland.  Occupying the airwaves, news and web pages this week, has been much bellyaching over Stephen Harper’s perceived missteps and blunders.  Words like “irresponsible” and “dishonorable” have been flying around at lightning speed and the consensus seems clear that somehow the blatant and shameless power grab of 3 definitive losers was utterly foreseeable and decidedly the responsibility of the Prime Minister to side step at all costs.

Well I disagree.  And I’m not one to give Stephen Harper a pass on much, but I have to ask…if a parent finds their fat, spoiled, diabetes-ridden 5-year-old raiding the cookie cupboard for a third handful of Twinkies, when that parent then seizes said Twinkies and banishes the bloated moppet to a healthier diet – and the inevitable and predictable screaming, wailing and gnashing of teeth ensues -- do we then reprimand the parent for not allowing the pig-out to continue and for not having the foresight to anticipate the tantrum and poor behavior to follow and do whatever it takes to avoid it?  Or do we do what sane, rational, responsible people do and say “it’s about fucking time!”

Pardon my Quebecois…

There are a lot of people calling for Stephen Harper to step down and accusing him of being a poor leader, because he dared DARED!?! to try and stifle the flow into the trough and make a few changes that were bound to sit bad with the separatists and socialists.  HELLO?! What the hell is wrong with you people?  Isn’t that precisely why we elected him?  Isn’t that what we want?  After all, this is our money we are talking about – yours and mine, hard earned and poorly spent on subsidizing offensive art exhibits and political dinosaurs who cannot muster enough support from their own grass roots, to do it without pilfering the pockets of the citizenry, many of whom did not even vote for them.

I don’t tend to give Stephen Harper a lot of credit, but I do believe he is being highly underestimated by a lot of people who should know better.

As for the scheming, cynical parasites who have decided to topple our freshly elected government for the sake of keeping intact, their shameless plundering of the public purse…there always comes a time when the portrait is finally revealed.  Let's hope that the Canadian public doesn't avert their eyes.