I’m shocked to hear about this terrible satirical magazine business.
Anybody else shocked to learn there’s such a thing as a satirical magazine business?
Of course it’s terrible; I don’t know how you could make a go of one these days. Especially in Paris, as I understand that the French for “magazine” is “corner store.”
We don’t even get Maclean’s anymore, and that’s in English.
And then to cap it off they get themselves killed. Sure, maybe the pen could be mightier than the sword if you get your hands on a real nice pen, but satirists need to take into account that gunpowder’s been around for 500 and some-odd years.
Unless you got damn lucky even a top-of-the-line Sheaffer wouldn’t stand up against an AK-47.
Them writer and artist types pride themselves on staying on top of current events, but for some reason they remain weirdly fixated on old-fashioned melee weapons.
Now of course I don’t meant to blame the victim, as funny as that would be.
France probably has as many laws regulating guns as they got for cheese, and not everyone has the presence of mind of our prime minister to duck in a closet.
But the fact remains if cartoonists had even basic firearms training they could at least stand a chance of takin’ a Johnny Mohammed down with ’em. If he’s still alive I bet that’s on Aislin’s bucket list.
We could debate until we’re blue in the balls about how governments should respond – for instance, strategic or tactical nukes? – but that can be left for another day, seeing how it’s only Thursday.
I just hope some good can come of this, like maybe another Conservative majority.
We can’t let the terrorists win, or the Libs or the Dippers.
In uncertain times we need a leader unafraid to stand on the right side of Christie Blatchford, and so close he could peep down her top.
That’s on my bucket list, so Mr Harper’s livin’ the dream.