Anonymous Cowards Calls Liberals "Cunts"

Anonymous blogger QMI hard at work and ready for Cheetohs.

It must be nice to have an enormous bully pulpit, and to be able to be paid to shriek incoherently from that pulpit, all the while remaining anonymous. The "QMI Agency" (nice pseudonym pal) put on it's big boy pants, got all huffy, and had this to say about the Long Gun Registry vote:
"At election time, don't forget flip-flopping long-gun wimps". Wimps? Nice start. At least those MPs stood up and voted with their real names, unlike you, Mr. QMI.

Now comes the tough-guy part:

"So all the Liberals who once voted to end the registry ended up rolling over like runt-of-the-litter pussies".

As a litter is made up of kittens or puppies, not pussies, I will correctly assume that this was your clever way to call some of our elected representatives "cunts". It could also be that Monsieur QMI is incredibly stupid and doesn't use a copy editor as shown by the very next sentence:

"...six NDPers of similar calico turned tail at the simple wag of leader Jack Layton's finger."

"Of similar calico"? Of similar cloth would be more appropriate, but then you lose the cat metaphor. Unfortunately you can't say "Of similar splotchy cat", but I know you wanted to because calicos are almost always female, and this lets you say cunt again. Witty one Wilde, very witty.

QMI brings it home with some good old-fashioned cock-swinging, the kind you usually see in a turkish bath on All-Bottoms Wednesdays:

"But will Harper, who vows to continue fighting for the registry's death, use Wednesday's vote results to strike while this wedge issue is still hot?

If he does, we'll certainly understand why.

Then the guns will definitely be out -- just not the kind that require registration."

Meow! I think we all know what he's talking about here:

Locked and loaded.

Stunningly bad writing that once again shows how anonymous blog posters can never compete with professional writers and professional editors. This kind of sophomoric drivel should be ignored by sensible people. My advice to Mr. QMI comes from Brian Leahy of Shacknews.com, "try sucking less".

She's An Alcoholic Mama

Mama don't want no peas, no rice, no coconut oil. This song was a staple sing-a-long for car trips back in the day, and my dad loved singing it as loud as possible. I sure do miss him.




To be clear, he isn't dead, just too busy in his retirement to slow down for a chat or a visit.

I know, I know, be thankful for what you have. I never bought into that; I'm greedy.

Frost That Can Bring Down a Horse

You can imagine my glee when I heard the Newsworld weather bimbo say "Klling Frost!" about three times this morning (by they way, have you seen their crazy, primary-colour, Dr. Dressup set? I keep expecting Polkaroo to come out and mime the sports). Untempered glee it was as it gives me all the more reason to post my favourite song about "Killing Frost!"