Little Ball of Hate

I once wrote (in my Master's thesis, dealing with Euripides and Plato, of all places), " When participation in public affairs (ostensibly for the purpose of serving the well-being of the community at large) becomes nothing more than masquerade for furthering one's own personal ends, the community and its institutions become nothing more than an empty shell in which competing interests constantly vie for power ..." I was angry then. I'm angry now...

Myopic Void

You know, there are times when I miss Canada so much that my body quite literally aches for the bright clean air of a really cold winter day, for Halifax, for a Tenpenny (can't find a link...discontinued by Moosehead?), for an outdoor seat at a bar on Spring Garden Road...
Then there are times when I think, "what a fucking crock of shit, Canada fucking shmanada, the hair and fingernails may still be growing, but this corpse is starting to smell, and I mean really stinking the joint out."
Witness the latest "premiers conference" in Charlottetown. This group of politically challenged deadbeats is to 'unity' as Ozzy Osbourne is to bats (think about this one, people).
I mean, how can a "country" survive with something so asinine as the so-called "notwithstanding clause"? Usually a toy for crybabies in Quebec, these days everyone from homophobic Ralph Klein in Alberta to Ernie Eves in Ontario (who actually says, if it's OK for Quebec...) wants to invoke this fucking piece of shit disgrace to the modern nation state.
Three cheers to a Balkanized (Rockied?...ugh...) Canada.
Mmm...I wonder who's playing downtown this week...

Oh Shit!

Heh, it's shaping up to be a good week for headlines. The following is from the Mainichi Daily News (really, a veritable font for this kind of thing): Crappy Cops Laugh Last at Smelly Suspect's Incontinent Buttocks. While I have to confess that I've experienced the stinky backseat of a cop car before, this is a bit much...

Papa's Got a Brand New Bag

From Fark, a very interesting headline: Male Infertility Can Be Passed on to Children. My daughter will be very disappointed....