He wants them moved out with “force,” quote unquote. That didn’t work out so well last time his cabal tried it.
From a scrum a few minutes ago:
Sun Media reporter: But do you support forcing them out?
Hudak: Absolutely. If they won’t go on their own, I think they need to move to police action.
On the weekend, a fellow Obama fan asked me why I thought our guy may be hooped. I wish I had had this chart to share. It says it better than I did.
That’s not all, of course. If an economic horror of this scale starts to seep into Canada, Harper could be a goner, too. We shall see.
I’m about 30 folks away from having 5,000 friends. Once I reach that point, I will (a) burst into flame and descend into the Ninth Circle of Hell or (b) be prevented from taking any more friends.
But in case Hell is not my destination, make yours my fan page! It’s just like the Facebook page, but better!
And, yes, I know each and every one of them. We could not be more close.
From this morning’s Hill Times:
I’m not a fan of either of them – they both worked for this guy, in one way or another – but I found the above snippet particularly hilarious. Kudos to Kate Malloy for giving the planet a morning smile.
Is Bob Rae the Moses of Canadian politics?
Moses, as you may recall, is a figure from religious history. According to both the Hebrew Bible and the Qur’an, Moses was a prophet who spoke to God, and went on to lead the Israelites out of bondage in Egypt.
After 40 years of wandering around in the desert, he died at age 120, within sight of the Promised Land. He’s the guy credited with receiving the Ten Commandments.
Rae, as you may also know, is a figure from political history.
I was talking to my sons the other day about dying, but they didn’t want to talk about dying. I told them I was an Irish Catholic, and I couldn’t help it. I told them I missed my Dad, and wanted to talk about him, and hoped that they would talk about me after I’m gone.
Fathers, sons, punk songs. If you have been in punk bands as long as I have, you would know that every great anthemic punk song sounds perfect on an acoustic (most of my ham-fisted attempts at songwriting start on one). So, this perfect punk song about fathers and sons and everything else.
Girls, watch your guy when this one is playing. He’ll get quiet.
