I never pegged Johnny Baird as a quitter. Scratch that: I never pegged Johnny Baird, period.
So now it’s so long, then, and thanks for all the knish?
Well, this is a shocker!
Especially since he hadn’t pissed off veterans yet, and the PM likes to give everybody their fair turn.
There’s gotta be somethin’ more to this.
He was known to be close to Mrs. Harper, so maybe he got too close for Mr Harper’s comfort.
Even if Tory Canada is damn near Camelot, you just can’t cuckold a sitting Prime Minister.
I don’t care how many cats Laureen may have that we don’t even know about, she’s still a handsome woman.
If she was my first lady I know I’d want a female Mountie watchin’ her 24/7.
Say what you like about Baird, so long as it’s favourable. There’s no dispute the man’s been a good role model to conservative gents of average intelligence.
I can say that because I’m proud to call myself one of ’em. If you recite the same talkin’ points loud enough there’s no tellin’ what you can accomplish.
You just know that, if they could, the Libbies and Lefties would be dancin’ in the streets of Palestine at the news.
And since the new anti-terror bill isn’t law of the land there’s not a damn thing we can do about it.
And I won’t feel safe until we do.
But I suppose 20 years at the public trough is enough to earn anybody an affectionate “That’ll do, pig.”
I’m not worried for him. I expect he’ll not lack for rewardin’ opportunities in the private sector, which is well and good, since thanks to Mr. Harper that’s pretty much the only sector we got.
I worry for Canada. Who’s gonna stand up for us and yell at things only he can see?
Where’s the next jaw that’s the match for John Kerry’s?
Is anybody thinkin’ about the pipelines?
These are the things that are keepin’ me awake this afternoon.