So the budget’s out. Billions and billions in spending and tax cuts. I would like more tax cuts than spending, but hey, we’re in a minority government and we can’t just do it our way. (I would also do away with 230 million for the Arts, but we all know how a measely $48 million worked out in the past).
This budget is obviously heavily geared towards appeasing the Liberals: moderate tax cuts, investments in jobs, subsidies, low income, infrastructure. It has nothing for the NDP because, well frankly, they would vote it down regardless, and they didn’t bring any suggestions to the table, so why would there be anything in there for the NDP? The Liberals didn’t bring anything official to the table, but at least they let everybody know what they would like in it, so I guess the CPC watched the evening news and got the message.
Layton, who sported a green tie matching his green brain, turned it down without even reading it. He didn’t like the fact the Throne Speech was less than four pages (he would rather drone on and on and on and waste a whole day on reading it) and so the budget couldn’t be much better. “The bad stuff in there is not good, and if there’s good stuff, we don’t trust them to actually implement it” is a wonderful stance to take Jackie! Has anybody ever told Jack the role of the opposition is not to just oppose everything the government does?
Jack wants his stuff in the budget, or he’ll vote against. I guess it’s “My Way or the Highway” for Jackie.
Iggy meanwhile, said he had to look at the polls sleep on it to see if the budget was good enough, and today he came back with some changes. He likes the budget, but it didn’t implement all of the Liberals suggestions, so there’s a blackmail ultimatum on the table.
Iggy wants his stuff in the budget, or he’ll vote against. I guess it’s “My Way or the Highway” for Iggy.
Gilles just dismissed it right out as “there’s nothing in there for us”, meaning no money for Quebec specifically, and as such, he can’t vote for it.
Gilles wants his stuff in the budget, or he’ll vote against. I guess it’s “My Way or the Highway” for Gilles.
It seems the only one not going the “My Way or the Highway” route is Harper, wich is ironic of course, since he’s the only one being accused of doing just that.
This month’s five random questions, to which I need some answers:
- Why does Disney have a vault, and why do movies have to go in it after they are released?
- Why do we need a choice of 6000 different shampoos? For thin hair, thick hair, long hair, short hair, dry hair, wet hair. Are you kidding me? Why are we going along with this?
- “Aquacurrent Science”, “Mirco Spheres”, “Scrubbing Bubbles”, does anyone believe this stuff?
- 10 Billion BL RegularisTM bacteria. Really? You think that’s enough? Why not 20 billion? 30? Is that 10 billion when they made the product? Knowing how fast bacteria procreate, how many are in there when you actually sit down and eat it?
- How come we can’t show Mohammed in a cartoon, but Anne Frank in bed with Hitler is OK?
We cannot allow this to be buried. This is how it starts. Ask Europe.
There’s a new banner on the right -> feel free to steal it. Put it on your blog. Spread the word.
Contact info for Belleisle Elementary:
Vice Principal: firstname.lastname@example.org
Let them know how you feel.
School district superintendent Zoe Watson decided Sunday to reinstate the singing. Kudos to all of you who wrote, called and emailed. The decision was made after “communication she received was clear people want the national anthem reinstated”.
Two mail carriers at the Cornwall post office were recently disciplined for uttering the incredibly offensive phrase “thank the Lord for this beautiful day”.
After 25 years, a tradition at the Cornwall post office, where carriers starting on their routes in the morning would “thank the Lord for this beautiful day”, has been banned after one of the carriers filed an internal human rights complaint.
Mr. Murphy Jr, one of the offending carriers, said:
If any of the carriers thank the lord again, they’ll face suspension.
The Christmas tree and Christmas party have been cancelled as well.
The complaining carrier cannot be named to respect his rights.
You may not like the Obama-Mia surrounding the inauguration today, and you may not like the policies the man stands for, but you have to agree today is an historic day. It is not because of his message of “Hope”, it is not because the MSM says it is, but simply because black people in America have finally been accepted as genuine Americans. As much as Obama himself didn’t want to make it about race, and to his credit he hasn’t, it is of course about race. You can’t escape it: he represents the underdog, the blacks of America.
The people voted for “Hope” in these hard economic times, and that is a fairly superficial reason: what is wrong in America today, of course, goes deeper than mere jobs or mortgages. There is still an appalling inequality between rich and poor, black and white. I hope “Hope” extends to relieving that inequality.
As much as Obama-Mia grinds on my nerves today, I will listen to the radio at noon. It is an historic day. Can he live up to the hype? Probably not, but like it or not the man sounds and looks like a breath of fresh air.
And maybe that’s all that’s needed.
(Squ)Iggy’s been successful in his transition from Thinker to Listener to Stinker. Last year, the Libs were crying for stimulus packages, and saying “doing nothing” was not an option. Over Christmas, Harper was forced to adjust his budget, provide a stimulus package and do “something”, and now Iggy says $40B is too much. More stimulus, less stimulus. I mean, make up your mind!
Maybe Iggy should devote his time on learning how to properly get a car out of the ditch.
I know I am going out on a limb here. I am at the risk of being ridiculed. I will be threatened with bodily harm, but I have decided to “come clean”, as it were, to the world: I pee sitting down. There, I’ve said it. Now, I know the truly manly men among you will snicker and mock me and call me such names as “sissy” and “wimp” and insults like “you pee like a girl!” will be hurled at me. Set aside your immediate feelings for now and hear me out.
Imagine, if you will, a small bowl filled with orange juice sitting in the sink. Then take the aerator off the tap and open the tap just a bit so the trickling water will land in the bowl with orange juice. That creates quite the mess, doesn’t it? The same thing happens in a toilet when the manly man pees. Only it is not orange juice that splatters all over the place, it’s diluted pee. Droplets of pee will land on the inside bowl, underside of toilet seat (provided you put it up), underside of seat cover, the tank, the immediate floor area surrounding the toilet bowl and any walls adjacent to the bowl (and on your pants, mister man!). That’s really quite disgusting, isn’t it? The average manly man will pee four times a day, so that makes 28 occurrences a week. Per man. If you have boys you can multiply that amount (by several factors due to aiming, or lack thereof). Can you image the golden glow that has to be cleaned off every week?
Now I know the average manly man will not be caught dead cleaning the toilet, so the logical conclusion is that you leave that job for the woman in your life, be it your wife, girlfriend or mother (for those still living in the basement). Unless your wife/girlfriend/mother suffers from urophilia, that can’t be fun. And still they do it, week after week. And they’re so nice, they won’t complain.
I don’t know about you, but I love my wife too much to have her clean up my pee-soaked toilet seat, floor and walls every week. I certainly don’t want to do it myself: I know when it was my turn to clean the toilets, I was disgusted with what I found: walls soaked with urine, sticky floors and yellow stained toilet seats. So I came to the only logical conclusion: solve the problem, and pee sitting down. It’s comfortable, you can catch up on the periodicals, and most important of all, the woman you love doesn’t have to go down on her knees once a week and clean up your filth. And you do it for a number two, so why not for a number one? You know, just because you can pee standing up, doesn’t mean you have to!
I want you to do some thinking about this. Try it out for a week (start right after a cleaning), and your wife/girlfriend/mother will love you for it. I guarantee it. Our toilets/floors/walls are so clean now, that we cringe when we get manly men guests over to the house and we know we’ll have a wall-washing at the end of the week.
So, I “pee like a girl”. Go ahead, call me ”sissy” and “wimp”, but at the end of the week, I can look my wife in the eye and know that I didn’t put myself and her through the dirtiest job there is, and that’s worth any name calling. And if peeing like a girl means comfort, convenience, cleanliness and helping the woman you love, and the macho manly man thing to do is cover half of the bathroom in pee, maybe the girls are on to something here, eh boys?
The last time we heard from Lizzy May, we hoped it would be the last time. But, she’s back. As Joanne over at Blue Like You reports, Lizzy May has been recorded as saying she plans to give a copy of her book “Global Warming By Dummies”, er, “Global Warming For Dummies” to PM Harper when parliament resumes.
So, not only does she think that the Canadian Electorate is stupid, she also thinks our PM is a dummy.
Not only is the title old news (it’s called “Climate Change” now, DUMMY!), it is written by two non-scientists, and has been “fact” checked by several members of the IPCC panel. Great! They couldn’t even find the facts in their own publications!
But it’s not a book to convince the Deniers, no, no, it’s not, honestly!
Give me a break. Lizzy, go away, again, please. I’m begging you. Just…. go away.