For all you Harperites out there, I’m not referring to Ignatieff. [Although I understand Shoshana’s all night harping left him wishing he were dead.]
No, my dahrlings, I am of course referring to the gunning down and summary disposal of travel enemy Numero Uno: The Big Bin. The man who messed up the airline industry almost as much as Milton [Oh relax. Just kidding] is now swimming with the fishies. Does this mean we can all go back to bottles in our bags and creams in our pouches? Have we been liberated from security bondage? Will I no longer have to explain the titanium plates holding my face together? Are we having a party?
Can’t blame a girl for dreaming. [That’s what Shoshana said to Iggy at the baby kissing in Kapuskasing.]
And about the end of democracy in Canada, the good news is we will soon all find out what grade of metal these males are forged of. Harper can play his marbles without having to stop the game and take them home every time he doesn’t like something. Jack can be Jack, only more so. And the Liberals can send Iggy down the river.
