Cool top guys
Great idea, great fellows. Know and like them all.
They also all read this web site, and they’d bloody well give me some business for the free advertising I just gave them.
First rule about campaigns to improve your reputation?
La nuit des longs couteaux
Fife breaks Brazeau story
… and this one is indeed big news.
(And let’s not forget who appointed him to the Senate in the first place.)
Learning from history
Byline, Feb. 6: why the Libs are doing things right, why the Dippers aren’t
Snowmageddon
Headed this way! Call in the army! Cancel everything! Repent!
Son One was pretty stoked about this one, this morning. He’s a counting on a snow day.
I told him he’s dreaming. Anyone care to offer some baseless speculation?
Dwight
Without Pupatello, I think it’s going to be really, really hard to keep that seat.
Canada needs more mayors like this one
Mayor Raye-Anne Briscoe, take a bow. I think you’re amazing.
She, like me and not a few others, think the Queen’s Jubilee medals are a joke, and have about as much value as a concession stand token. I said as much on Wei Chen’s CBC Radio show this morning.
Mayor Briscoe sent hers back a few days ago.
Boy oh boy, I wish Toronto had a mayor like this one (the letter’s a bit hard to read, but worth the trouble):
I write funeral songs: Secret of Immortality
Damian Abraham is the leader of Canada’s greatest band, and one of the world’s greatest bands, Fucked Up. They are more than good; they are god-like geniuses.
Last night, Damian tweeted that he wants a song Ras Pierre and I wrote in the Hot Nasties, ‘Secret of Immortality,’ played at his funeral. I hope that doesn’t happen anytime soon – but here’s his tweet, and beneath it a link to the song, in which you hear Pierre doing what he and I used to call his “fiddly bits,” and me pontificating (per usual) about life and death and Norman Rockwell. In a nasally, twangy teenaged vox, age 17 or so.
