Mid-Week Post

Something quick for the remains of the day (that was a good movie, actually. Damn, Anthony Hopkins is a great actor!).


But I digest....


What he said:

Liberal leader Michael Ignatieff said in an interview this week that he’d be willing to work with leaders of the other parties — “even Mr. Harper” — if Canada once again finds itself with a minority Parliament.

But Mr. Harper shot down that possibility, saying he believes the Liberals, NDP and Bloc Quebecois have already decided to team up to defeat the Conservatives soon after the election and form a coalition government.

I do not believe for one minute that Ignatieff returned to Canada to "rescue it". His threats to form a coalition (especially with the Bloc whose mandate it is to separate the country) should be sufficient reason to distrust him. He came back because Liberal leadership is a career change, and a lofty one, too. Who needs that kind of leadership?


The scar on Che Guevara's face was actually caused by his shooting himself in the face, not during the struggle against imperialism or whatever Kool-Aid Castro wanted people to drink. Never ask a rich boy to do a revolutionary's job.


How vile do you have to be to attack a toddler? Seriously? Is your paranoia and misogyny so great that the only counter-argument you can come up with is an attack so completely immoral that corporate sponsorship runs from you as though you were a rabid dog?



Beyond disgraceful.


John Cleese is being quintessentially English... or something:

Cleese also spoke about the shift in British attitudes away from a “middle-class culture” and the emergence of a “yob culture”.

He said: “There were disadvantages to the old culture, it was a bit stuffy and it was more sexist and more racist. But it was an educated and middle-class culture. Now it’s a yob culture. The values are so strange.”

He added that he preferred living in Bath to London because the capital no longer felt “English”.

“London is no longer an English city which is why I love Bath,” he said. “That’s how they sold it for the Olympics, not as the capital of England but as the cosmopolitan city. I love being down in Bath because it feels like the England that I grew up in.”

I could discuss this at greater length on Saint George's feast day but I will say the sun has set on the British Empire. It did so ages ago. Any country that extols the virtues of Posh and Becks, soccer and the dole to those who hate British infidels has nothing to be surprised about.


And now, some really bad looking Easter cakes. Way to break off Lent.