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An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
I've been trying to avoid thinking too much about this election. It reminds me too much of 1984 all over again. Harper has managed to keep his inner circle from saying what they really think and we'll end up with a government that totally wants to suck Bush's cock and screw the country over. But then that's pretty much been politics in Canada in a niutshell: Liberals hold power for a long time; get complacent; get too corrupt; put a tool like Martin as head of the party who can't lead; Conservatives grab power; fuck the country over big time; then Liberals get back in and the process starts all over. Then there's politics in Alberta where the Conservatives could run a sack of potatos as a candidate and people would vote for it. Which reminds me, who is going to get my protest write in vote. Will it be a memorial vote for Pushkin (strong on his puking policy) or is it for the remaining cat Brontë (weak on the puking but big on shitting on furniture).
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