Monday, January 11, 2010

Parliament's suspended? No big deal.

The Conservatives are really sticking to the "Gee, you know, the suspension of Parliament isn't such a big deal, why don't you just enjoy the Olympics?" line.

...well, maybe not. As Stevie said today in an interview on the Business News Network:

[A]s soon as Parliament comes back ... the first thing that happens is a vote of confidence and there'll be votes of confidence and election speculation for every single week after that for the rest of the year. That's the kind of instability markets are actually worried about.

That's a queer thing to say, on a lot of levels. (C'mon now, it's a perfectly cromulent use of the word.) The impression I get from this is that, oh gee, god forbid we do anything to upset the Markets — as if markets are some sort of living, breathing, feeling organism that votes and pays taxes and takes out its recycling. God forbid we actually, y'know, have representatives in a Parliament which we not only pay for, but put our trust in, to run our country. That might make the Markets unhappy, and we can't have that.

Stevie's not the only one playing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah on his buttcheeks these days: Tony "I Kinda Look Like A Nerdy Mob Boss" Clement is doing his best Alfred E. Neuman impression lately too:

I know it's a big issue with the Ottawa media elite and some of the elites in our country, but I got to tell you if reaction in my constituency is any indication, I’ve had maybe three dozen emails.

Clement is ripping pages straight out of the playbook of the US Republican party. Someone disagrees with you? They're weird, they're a kooky minority, they're "elite" — they drink expensive coffee, they have more university degrees than you do, and they look down their noses at you, you salt-of-the-earth hero you, who'll be a good little citizen and vote Conservative when Iggy and the Stooges get the stones to bring the House down, won't you, you pwecious wittle voter, you! Coochie-coochie-pander-coo!

Anyway, the point is that the whole thing stinks to high heaven. And, please, folks, let's not forget the whole reason Stevie hit the pause-button again:


...which is kind of a big deal around here. But, instead of facing the music like an honourable Parliamentarian, Stevie turned and ran, like the pussy he is.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Smells like Sarah Palin around Ottawa.