And now, for an administrative note…
So a few people have asked me recently if I’ve stopped blogging. My answer to this is always “No way, bitch! I blog all the time, I’m blogging right now.” *squint* “There. I just wrote a penis joke in my mind.” Then I proceed to go home and not blog. I don’t want to stop writing here. In my own sick way, I’m kind of proud of Polonoscopy. It’s never got me a job (which was why I started) nor has it ever been read by more than a handful of (smart, savvy, utterly sexy) people but I’ve always had a giggle here, and I hope you’ve had giggles too. Recently, however, I’ve become a little worried about what I can and cannot write, and frankly, the insecurity is cramping...
Read MoreDemocracy or Bust: Rules For a Feel-Good Revolution
Congratulations Egypt. In all seriousness, I’m happy to see that Mumbarak bitch go. You should all take note, I hated him before it was cool. Proof. But this isn’t about me, and me being a wise sage, or my beautiful flaxen locks, this is about…. other people? Over the last two weeks, Egypt has not only unseated a tyrant and got on thier way to a hastily essembled democracy, but they have schooled the world on how to run a successful and entertaining revolution. Not every uprising works. I’ve looked at the last fifty-odd years of revolution, and you’d be surprised how many either ended in terrible bloodshed or lasted so long that people just kind of got bored and wandered off. So to all of you potential...
Read MoreHappy Boxing Day Everyone…
….I got you this picture of Vladimir Putin with a puppy. God Bless Us? Everyone?
Read MoreLe Petit Prince
Nicholas Sarkozy claimes this has 50% of his DNA. Yes, Sarkozy’s son (with first wife Marie-Dominique Culioli) is a model. As much as I want to put “son” in quotation marks and make a list of three realistic possible fathers for young Peirre so we can all dance it out on a Greek island with some ABBA tunes, I’m not going to do that. Having flipped through all of these photos I see an unmistakable awkwardness, and self-cauntious desire to please that is undeniably Sarkozy. We don’t know that this pretty boy isn’t 4’11. We don’t know what goes on in his waxing spa. We don’t see which trolls ask for tolls under the bridges of France at night. This is just a cleaver disguise, likely...
Read MoreThe Political Holiday Photo Album
I’ve been writing about political holidays a lot recently and there is a reason for that. It’s pretty much all anyone is doing these days. So let’s not fight it, and go through some of this year’s best political holiday photographs, and some of our old favourites. Just so you know, I tried to format these things so that I could have pictures attached to commentary in a clean, linear fashion, but it just doesn’t want to happen. I don’t know if you know this, but computers hate me, and I get angry all I want, but ultimately take their shit because computers always win and I need them more then they need me. It’s a very unhealthy relationship. Seeing as how my web-designer is currently on holidays...
Read MoreSo This Works, Apparently
How to you rehabilitate the image of your stuffy, intellectual, furrowed, Toronto-born, Oxford-bred party leader into a likable dude with a common touch? Why you put him in a pair of jeans of course!! No seriously, what are we going to do about Micheal Ignatieff’s image? I told you, blue jeans… and some burgers. Beer too, also… baseball cap. Hockey. Tim Hortons. DO IT!! While it may seem like hopping on the a well decorated locomotive to feel the wounds of the people is better suited to reelect R.B. Bennett in the great campaign of 1935 (“I hear you folks have been suffering a depression out here, well I say that’s terrible, just terrible” he would cry from a caboose covered in streamers) it turns out,...
Read MoreAbout the Site
Polonoscopy is a site devoted to political fluff. While I do appreciate that there are important issues out there… with respect… eh… don’t really care. Not here anyway, not now, that is not what Polonoscopy is about. Fluff. It’s all about image and perception in politics. Rather than vote for someone based on a record of public service and commitment to the meaningful issues of the day, wouldn’t you rather vote for someone who’s personality seems similar if only slightly more impressive then your own? Of course, we all would.