Y'know, for my New Year's resolution, I swore that I was going to go cold (leftover, Christmas) turkey on tiresome political rants. I really did. Sadly, the road to hell is paved with
velleities. Or, as my wise, but (thankfully) rather indecorous, Uncle Harry Coyote once said over a bowl of high-test Scotch, "The things we pretend to intend to do." I,
ummm, digress. Musta been the Scotch...
But I have been provoked. Sometime over the holiday, the PM gambled that the Canadian body politic has become ADD enough to be distracted by by Olympic bread and circuses while he tries (for the eleventy-third time since his minority government began business) to game our democratic system like a cheap pinball machine. Until he's busted it.
The media, pundits, Facebook, and some of
our favourite bloggers et. al. are hitting parliamentary prorogation in depth. Keep piling it deeper,
deeper, I say!
But what
I return to is the fact that, while we all may not quite get the niceties of prorogation - hell, some us can't even
pronounce it without our tongues wrapping sloppily around our pointy noses - we know morally bankrupt cynicism when we smell it. Even with our tongues wrapped around our noses.
If I was a betting coyote, I'd bet he wants a spring election. The guy actually granted "real" journalists some interviews this week. Including the CBC. And he tried to smile while he greased Peter Mansbridge heavily enough to clog arteries. He only ever does these things when he thinks he
has to. And he only thinks he has to when he's shooting for that elusive majority. Too bad the public ain't exactly
down with that plan.
I've said before that the PM is
an unreconstructed strategy board gamer. Like too many half-smart gamers, he considers himself an unassailable whiz kid. Trouble is,
also in common with too many half-smart gamers, he's more into slightly sociopathic tactics than,
you know, actual strategies for decent governance. And he's so fixated on his own whizzing that he fails to see when it sprays on other people's feet.
A coyote assassination contest, you say? With shotguns as prizes? Provided you present evidence confirming your murderous success? 
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