I think it’s just marvey that aboriginal peoples want Canadians to stop idling. It’s such a filthy habit. Who wants to breathe all that unnecessary exhaust? Especially in summer when I’m trying to be seen at a Yorkville terrace. Turn off your engine and open a window you brain dead drone!
But it got me to thinking, Pumpkins, about the notion of idleness. Wouldn’t it be lovely? All I want is a chair somewhere, far away from the code and fares. No phone. No e-mail. No text. Aaah, wouldn’t it be lovely?
Because frankly, dahrlings, my assessment of the state of the hyped, hopped up, stressed out, overloaded and over-airported people in this business is that some are about to rupture something. And some have, only they don’t know it yet.
(Psst... I heard that insulted Brian Burke is also considering defection and wants to join Gerard Depardieu and Bardot in Russia. Maybe we could ship Rob Ford out there too. I smell a business opportunity here, Pumpkins: Defection Deal of the Day?)
