Loony Tunes

It seems that Ontario MPPs (members of the Ontario provincial legislature) are paid less than many police officers, teachers, tool-and-die makers, and judges (and others): see, here.

Some might say that's entirely apt.

Québécois Reservation

The Lament of the Québécois Reservation Pur Laine

[Sung to the tune of "Indian Reservation (The Lament of the Cherokee Reservation Indian)" performed by The Raiders; song written by John Loudermilk ]

They took the whole Québécois nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our native tongue
Taught their English to our young
Took away our ancestral ties
Pure wool pulled over our eyes

Québécois nation, Québécois tribe ...
etc

Anyway, let's not forget:

One nation, indivisible ...

Oh?

Right.

Wrong country.

Never mind.

Of Mice and Men; Of Machines and Men

Mice are becoming bigger, faster and smarter.
Man is becoming bigger, faster and dumber.

Machines are becoming smaller, faster and smarter.
Man is becoming bigger, faster (sometimes) and dumber.

(Even if we eliminate Jim Carey and Adam Sandler).

Does anyone see a trend?

Peccavimus

November 25, 2006 (still C.E.)

Or, peccavi, for those who are offended.

Last week, in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

• a tiny, not-so-perfect Finance Minister implied that, for accounting purposes, it is permissible to talk about doing things you are not supposed to do with money that doesn't belong to you so long as you don't actually do those things, and

• the Supreme Court of Canada also concluded it's permissible to have bad thoughts so long as one doesn't act on them (too much).

The irony! the irony!

Lenny B, we need you.

And still gone walkabout, but I couldn't resist the (in)congruity.

Our Fearless Leader Returns

Wacko Jacko - Canadian Version

Whilst the billy is boiling, let's waltz a bit.

It must be soooo hard to dance with all of your feet in your mouth, and even more so when both feet are left.

I read that Canada's version of Wacko Jacko and his stumblebum crew of Snuff (as in not quite up to) Dippers are now complaining that the party of the righteous Mammon isn't doing enough to help the poor. (Look up the Aramaic meaning here, here.)

Mammon led them on--
Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
In vision beatific. (Milton Paradise Lost, Book i, 678-690)

Just what was WJ hoping for? The conversion of crude into edible ... oil ... products? An oil for food policy (Oh, right, that's been tried, elswhere.)

WJ and his minions are yet more proof of George Santayana's reminder here on the consequences of frail memory. Or if the adage that one should sometimes be careful what one wishes for.

The tea is on, it's time to go.

Gone Walkabout (prospects of return unknown)

All of this for 10 seats including a job at the public expense for OC?

Oh, Jack. You gotta a lot of 'splainin to do. (Pace, Ricky, Lucy)