Thursday, November 06, 2003
I wonder what Scott Brison is going to do if and when The Canadian Alliance marries the P.C. party and ol' Myron Thompson and his fellow proponents of traditional values start revealing their feelings on social policies.
What a marriage made in hell...
If the party doesn't stake out a clear centrist platform that satisfies libertarians who are fiscally consverative and social conservatives who like their gays closeted and 'will and graced' (ie asexual and annoying) then it's not going to fit the bill as a national party. The days of Elisie Wayne and Jean Charest as the only two P.C. members of parliament will surely be revisited.
It's really funny how provinces work. Albertan conservatives who feel that they're neglecting by Ottawa and the rest of the country, continue to overlook the real east coast and their wants and desires when it comes to outlining national conservative policy. From what I can glean from the media and opinions out here, the main focus is to create a party that is conservative and makes serious inroads in Ontario and reflects the concerns of the 'East' (ie Ontario and possibly Quebec). The moment that the Canadian Alliance realizes that the Maritimes feel just as neglected as the Prairies, then there'll be real problems. If Stephen Harper and co. put any effort into creating a platform that could be sold to Joe Average maritimer, they'd have a party with real teeth.
Talk to anyone over the age of 40 in the maritimes and you'll realize that the majority of them feel like they've been left high and dry by their federal representatives. It seems like the Canadian Alliance is doing exactly what they feel the rest of the country isn't doing for them, they're not fucking listening. Which is good for most of us, but it illustrates precisely why the Canadian Alliance isn't a viable party and will never be as long goons like Harper, who can't decide whether he wants to crucify Arar or make him a cause celebre, are in charge regardless of the name.
Politics are definitely not sexy.
What a marriage made in hell...
If the party doesn't stake out a clear centrist platform that satisfies libertarians who are fiscally consverative and social conservatives who like their gays closeted and 'will and graced' (ie asexual and annoying) then it's not going to fit the bill as a national party. The days of Elisie Wayne and Jean Charest as the only two P.C. members of parliament will surely be revisited.
It's really funny how provinces work. Albertan conservatives who feel that they're neglecting by Ottawa and the rest of the country, continue to overlook the real east coast and their wants and desires when it comes to outlining national conservative policy. From what I can glean from the media and opinions out here, the main focus is to create a party that is conservative and makes serious inroads in Ontario and reflects the concerns of the 'East' (ie Ontario and possibly Quebec). The moment that the Canadian Alliance realizes that the Maritimes feel just as neglected as the Prairies, then there'll be real problems. If Stephen Harper and co. put any effort into creating a platform that could be sold to Joe Average maritimer, they'd have a party with real teeth.
Talk to anyone over the age of 40 in the maritimes and you'll realize that the majority of them feel like they've been left high and dry by their federal representatives. It seems like the Canadian Alliance is doing exactly what they feel the rest of the country isn't doing for them, they're not fucking listening. Which is good for most of us, but it illustrates precisely why the Canadian Alliance isn't a viable party and will never be as long goons like Harper, who can't decide whether he wants to crucify Arar or make him a cause celebre, are in charge regardless of the name.
Politics are definitely not sexy.
I get to work and Mike starts kidding with me about getting a hickey. I'm puzzled. I don't have a hickey, not that I'd mind having one (or well I suppose I'd prefer the process of getting one), but I don't. He's not buying that I didn't get any hot action in the last 24 hours.
I really only learned how to shave with an actual razor in the summer of 2001, I didn't have anyone to show me how to shave other than roommates and the drug dealing friend of a roommate (who to date is the only person I have ever bought pot from). I guess I was suppose to learn how to shave with a razor when I entered puberty, but it just didn't happen. We were a pretty bougie household and my dad, and my older brother all had electric razors (still do). My rite of passage was getting my own. It looked like a phaser from Star Trek, I thought it along with the cologne, Colours for Men, and dating a 19 yr old who was in the 10th grade made me pretty dope.
Shortly after graduating in May 2001, my razor konked out and I had to ask a household of virtual strangers how I was suppose to shave with a hand razor. I ended up with lots of nicks and scratchs, because I really wasn't use to demonstrating patience when it comes to cleaning up the facial scruff.
I usually wake up, wander around in my boxers bumping into things for a few minutes (thus earning me the title of "the pantless wonder") before heading to the bathroom and taking care of my hygiene. I really hate shaving, but unfortunately I generally have to do it every day. I usually try to rush through the shaving, sometimes I emerge unscathed, sometimes not so much.
Today I miss the little bit of jawline that's in front of my ear and somehow ended up inflicting pain upon part of my neck, part of my neck that's nowhere near the body part I was trying to shave. I suppose I deserved it as I was thinking of an awful thing I had done to someone (more on that later). It stinks like a goddamned burn and it looks like a hickey.
I really only learned how to shave with an actual razor in the summer of 2001, I didn't have anyone to show me how to shave other than roommates and the drug dealing friend of a roommate (who to date is the only person I have ever bought pot from). I guess I was suppose to learn how to shave with a razor when I entered puberty, but it just didn't happen. We were a pretty bougie household and my dad, and my older brother all had electric razors (still do). My rite of passage was getting my own. It looked like a phaser from Star Trek, I thought it along with the cologne, Colours for Men, and dating a 19 yr old who was in the 10th grade made me pretty dope.
Shortly after graduating in May 2001, my razor konked out and I had to ask a household of virtual strangers how I was suppose to shave with a hand razor. I ended up with lots of nicks and scratchs, because I really wasn't use to demonstrating patience when it comes to cleaning up the facial scruff.
I usually wake up, wander around in my boxers bumping into things for a few minutes (thus earning me the title of "the pantless wonder") before heading to the bathroom and taking care of my hygiene. I really hate shaving, but unfortunately I generally have to do it every day. I usually try to rush through the shaving, sometimes I emerge unscathed, sometimes not so much.
Today I miss the little bit of jawline that's in front of my ear and somehow ended up inflicting pain upon part of my neck, part of my neck that's nowhere near the body part I was trying to shave. I suppose I deserved it as I was thinking of an awful thing I had done to someone (more on that later). It stinks like a goddamned burn and it looks like a hickey.
With someone's birthday only a few short months away, I figure I'd honour him, by sharing with you a terrific information super highway link:
Jesus of the Week
I was recently asked by a former girlfriend who is now a devout Christian, how I feel about God and what my mom meant by "I hope you appreciate your faith someday, Mark"...like David Cross said "you just opened the wrong can of worms my friend"
And now to honour the art institute that wouldn't offer me a goddamned job,
Eyesore of the Month...
the archives are also worth browsing. If you enjoy that site I suggest reading Most Art Sucks : Five Years of Coagula (edit by Tom Patchett).
Jesus of the Week
I was recently asked by a former girlfriend who is now a devout Christian, how I feel about God and what my mom meant by "I hope you appreciate your faith someday, Mark"...like David Cross said "you just opened the wrong can of worms my friend"
And now to honour the art institute that wouldn't offer me a goddamned job,
Eyesore of the Month...
the archives are also worth browsing. If you enjoy that site I suggest reading Most Art Sucks : Five Years of Coagula (edit by Tom Patchett).
