…and not Tim Hudak’s kind of swearing, either.
Dalton McGuinty’s! So many people said he was a goner – I recall the head of a trial lawyer’s association telling me, with evident glee, how my “boy” was in big trouble – and now, today, Dalton’s swearing in a new cabinet. Not bad.
Wish I was there to see it. But Washington, on this sunny day, is a good spot to be, too.
More than forty years after he seized power, he’s apparently dead. I actually never thought this day would come. The Arab Spring has wrought many, many changes.
Hopefully good ones.
That’s the word Tim Hudak just used in his first press conference since the election.
I don’t think I have ever heard a leader of a political party say such a thing at a press conference, have you?
Either way, it certainly shows Tim Hudak is one classy, classy guy. Next thing you know, he’ll start defaming foreigners and gays.
Oh, wait.
We came here with the kids after dinner. This place opened only a few days ago. It is breathtaking.
The bad news: after nearly ten hours on this bus, my old guy’s ass has fully atrophied, and I don’t think I will ever walk again. So much for my plans to run the Boston Marathon in record time.
The good news: I’ve been listening to Face to Face on my rasta headphones, and I’ve hammered out 2,600 words for the new book. It ain’t any good, but it’s 2,600 words that didn’t exist 24 hours ago.
In other news, I have no idea what state we are in, but I suspect it doesn’t matter.
There are people here, did you know that? And no one has been compelled to live here, such as in a witness protection program.
In other news, they got my lunch wrong four times at Corporate Death Burger. That’s pretty impressive.
They made all the kids troop off the bus and show their passports. Anyone know if this is standard operating procedure, in the bright new Homeland Security era?
I am on a crowded bus with dozens of Grade Eight students, heading to Washington, D.C. Dozens.
Pray for me.
This week, the question is quite relevant. If He was here, to see all that we have become — with the chasm dividing rich and poor growing ever-wider, with governments bailing out bankers but never the masses, with average folks having to borrow just to keep food on the table — what would He do?
The question occurred to me on Sunday, at the Catholic church I attend, and on the very same weekend the Occupiers finally came to Canadian cities.
The gospel was a well-known one — the one about the attempt of the Pharisees to trap Jesus Christ with a question about taxes (Matthew 22:15). “Give back to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s,” Christ said to them. “And to God what is God’s.”
Doesn’t sound much like a tax-fighter, does He?
As far as I am aware, this is the first direct communication – a tweet or otherwise – from the PC leader since he lost the election.
I don’t know about you, but I find this kind of amazing. This is the first thing he has to say to voters?
Like I said once before: as a TSN anchor, he’d be great.
As a leader of a political party? Not so much.