Lernin'n Is Fuckin' Liberal!

Mesopotamia West: Don't Believe in Experts:

"On this boxing day, when individuals used to give gifts to other individuals, maybe it's time we took individual action more seriously.

There are a host of Progressives in every walk of life willing to take your responsibility, and your freedom, away from you. Don't let them."

Please, for the love of whichever god you praise, don't help Frank. Don't take away his responsibility for his own life.

Think of the children.

Give Me Your Pain

Now that the Christmas joy is past, it's time to embrace the depressing reality that's winter in London. Two months of gray skies, slushy roads, and longing glances at the 16 gauge.

On this happy note, I want your hurtin' songs. The ones you still can't listen to in front of the significant other. The ones you hate to hear when you can't afford cloudy eyes.

And you have to post it anonymously. No explanations, just song titles. We are Canadian after all.

So, as a start, here are two that cut my fucking heart out every time I hear them. You might have thought that enough time had passed. You'd be wrong.





Updated Pain:



Updated Pain:


Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.

Updated Pain: This isn't the original, but I think it's better and more painful than the original. Sorry.



Updated Pain:

Donovan playing "Try and Catch The Wind". Sorry that I couldn't find a good Dylan version.




Blue Rodeo and "Bad Timing". Thanks a fucking lot. That one is on my short list of "do not listen to" songs. Bastard. Well, to be fair, I sort of lived that entire album.



And here we have The Partridge Family with "I Think I Love You". Which, funny enough, was the song played immediately following my wedding vows. Oh yeah, my bride walked down the aisle (O.K., a gravel path--it was an outdoor hippy wedding beside a pond) to "Take A Chance on Me" by Abba.

Fun Magic Tricks To Get You Through The Holidays

Nothing will bring a smile to the face of a towheaded youngster faster than a good old-fashioned magic trick. And nothing will please your relatives and friends more than when you effortlessly entertain and delight both youngsters and octogenarians with your whimsical patter, and delightful sleight-of-hand.

To this end, I present some easy-to-learn magic tricks, courtesy of the famous Joseph Dunninger. The man who once said (most courageously) :

"There is one primary rule in the fakery of spirit mediumship. That is to concentrate upon persons who have suffered a bereavement."

With that in mind, let the lesson begin.




And there you have it. Simply acquire lycopodium powder, a custom celluloid lining for your sieve, and a large wooden ball with an electromagnet at its core. You shall not want for social engagements once word of your talents spreads.

Arrggh! Fire, Bad!

Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl half-breed prince
The girl angry half-breed who has everything?

Look at this trove, treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here, you'd think
Sure, she's cranky pants got everything

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I've got who's-its and what's-its galore
You want thing-a-mabobs?
I've got twenty
But who cares? No big deal. I want more Sue

I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see kill 'em, wanna see 'em dancin' dyin'
walkin' around on those
Whaddya call 'em? Oh, feet with wings bitch

Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin' and bangin' Sue
Strollin' along down the
What's that word again? Street Latvia
Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free, wish I could be
Part of that world Imperius Rex

This Is Your Brain On Media

Two elections, parliamentary shenanigans, Christmas specials--you are at risk of suffering from Media Burn!

It's All Good

A couple of hours before midnight, everyone tucked safely in bed, rum in hand...it's time to say that everything is O.K.

Merry Christmas.

Consarnit! It's Part 2 of The Vigilante!

When last we met, famous radio star, Greg Anderson, who is secretly the rootin' tootin' crime fightin' Vigilante, was busy doing publicity as The Prairie Troubadour. Little did he know that the Murderous Villain, Killer Kelly, had faked his execution with the help of a devious doctor, and had begun another murderous rampage in Preston City...






Seeping gas? How will our hero escape this thrilling predicament? Tune in for part three of...

The Vigilante!