Die, Starbucks, die

The “baristas” at my nearest Starbucks are so friggin’ fake-cheery, I want to punch them in the face.

Who’s with me?  This guy is!


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Life is full of challenges

A black cat just crossed my path. Being a descendant of a superstitious, backward people, this immediately terrified me.

I considered backing up down the street, but this would have meant slamming into at least two cars behind me. I therefore cast an ancient Gaelic curse (“Dóite agus loisceadh ort!”) on them, and deflected the black cat bad luck.

The day thus repaired, I carried on merrily.


The view from afar

I don’t know a lot, but I think I know a little bit about how Prime Ministers think.  So, when the Wall Street Journal writes that “members of the ruling Conservative Party attempted to suppress opposing votes in the May 2011 election,” important people notice.  And not just in Canada, either.

In places like the White House, that story is being read, and Stephen Harper is increasingly being measured in an entirely new (and, for him, entirely unwanted) way.

“Did you get there, Steve,” they ask themselves, “by cheating?”