Harper’s Hot Carl
It should go without saying that the Canadian government is currently wading in a shit bog of it’s own making. As if making huge asses of us all in Copenhagen and throwing a tantrum over (legitimate and distressing) allegations of torture like a snot nosed toddler at the department store wasn’t enough, now Stephen Harper has decided he’s not so much into the democratic system anymore, so it’s time for the annual prorogation of Parliament. The official word is that going about the basic work Government while other people are organizing and executing the Olympic games two thousand miles away is just too difficult for the PM, who likely can’t walk and chew gum at the same time.
It’s a hard gamble, to just violate the right of 30 million people and hope they’ll thank you for it later. He can only trust that when prorougation becomes a thing of the past and the Canadian asshole ceases to chaff, that this whole ordeal will still seem less offensive to our ideals than Micheal Ignatieff’s hawkish eyebrows. I think he has a chance. Soon we will be bombarded with the important realities of the Harper government as told by the Harper goverment: Stephan Harper likes doughnuts. His son plays hockey. His wife his blond. He might allow innocents to be tortured and our planet to go up in smoke, but he’s also a Dad. As long as his image is strong within his base, it doesn’t matter what he actually does as our Prime Minister. The Timbit leader’s shit just doesn’t stick.