Monday, February 27, 2017
I spent much of the weekend trying to recover from a big exam, and get away from the horror of Trump. I slept a lot. I kept to myself. I really needed a break.
As Andrew Sullivan recently wrote, one can only take so much insanity.
"It’s just a matter of human endurance. You have to breathe at some point, to pace yourself, to find more spaces in your life and your soul where Trump cannot invade. There are only so many “truthful hyperboles” or tweet storms a person can withstand."
Or so much of this...
Sunday, February 26, 2017
I must admit I was amused to see Kevin O'Leary claim that he could get most of the millennials in Canada to support him.
And make him the country's next prime minister.
When every millennial I know thinks he's just another Con clown, who should be flushed like all the others.
O'Leary's last chance to impress them came and went about forty years ago.
I know it's an optical illusion, but the more Donald Trump rants and raves, the more his stature seems to shrink.
He's trying to convince Americans that the media is more dangerous than the Russians.
So it's not really surprising that a day after he called the "fake news" media the "enemies of the people," he's decided NOT to attend the White House Press Correspondent's Dinner.
And he's bitter.
Friday, February 24, 2017
For years, during the dark days of the Harper regime, the Manning Centre Conference was an event where the Cons went to brag about how they were changing Canada beyond recognition.
And building a New Conservative Movement that would rule this country for a generation.
But not any longer.
Now that the Cons have hit rock bottom, so has the Manning Conference.
Saturday Night Live likes to portray Steve Bannon, Donald Trump's chief strategist, as the Grim Reaper.
And the real president of the United States.
But now that Bannon has emerged from the shadows, and outlined his master plan for total Trump domination, I think SNL's portrayal is far too generous.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
I don't have much time to blog today, but I do need to say this before I rush off into the crazy world that we have made for ourselves.
At a time when Donald Trump is apparently preparing to reverse protections for transgender students.
At a time when our own Cons can't bring themselves to use the word Islamophobia, even after the horror of that mosque massacre in Quebec City.
At a time when it seems that right-wing bullies are out of control all over the world, I'm glad that today is Pink Shirt Day.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
I have always despised Milo Yiannopoulos so much, I can barely write about him without feeling like throwing up.
He is an alt-right clown, a grotesque misogynist, a bigot and a bully if ever there was one, a man who calls Donald Trump "Daddy."
And from my personal perspective, the gay equivalent of an Uncle Tom.
So I must admit I couldn't be more delighted by the fate that has befallen him.
Monday, February 20, 2017
Donald Trump has now been president for a full month, and already his presidency seems to be falling apart.
His ratings are falling like a stone, psychiatrists can't decide whether he's mentally ill or just senile.
And the Swedes are wondering what he's been smoking.
So the obvious question is, how can we get rid of him?
I didn't watch the latest Con leadership debate in Vancouver yesterday afternoon, for two very good reasons.
One, I couldn't find it on any TV channel I get, or anywhere on the dark internet.
And two, it was too nice and warm outside to waste even an hour of my life.
Which turned out to be a good call, because the debate was a total farce.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
As you know, when I heard that Kellie Leitch had described Ezra Levant's latest bigot fest as a meeting of "severely normal people" I was naturally sceptical.
For how could anyone call a meeting organized by Levant and his scummy Rebel gang, and starring four Con candidates, and the bloated homophobe Charles McVety, anything but a freak show?
But then a reader sent me a video of the sordid event and I was absolutely horrified.