Room in your foxhole for me, Jay?
I am ceasing comment on partisan politics, effective immediately. Our country has not a single (elected) political party with principles that are not, to borrow a phrase, "entirely mutable in the face of urgent political goals". That defines the Liberals, of course, and has for years. The Conservatives change their minds about something every five minutes. The Dippers no longer have any claim on moral consistency. As the Babbler wisely pointed out, they are willing today to disregard parliamentary conventions and non-statutory rules, despite the fact that virtually all their "rights" as a fourth party derive from these conventions.
So, they can all go to hell. Beyond that, I'm becoming more and more enamoured with Jardine's principled anti-voting stance. And none of this is to mention that the Liberals lost in Lethbridge by a 3-1 margin last time, so truly, my one vote does not make a difference.
Luckily, there's all sorts of other good things to blog about. There's still public policy, as well as sports, tee-vee, and the various travels that Equipe Fenwick will be undertaking through September. Yay! Time to start having some fun around here.
Speaking of which, if you really feel bad for Peter Mackay, the medicine is obvious. In a few weeks (maybe six), he needs to show up in public with a date. A hot date. Preferably a woman of some reknown; maybe an actress or singer. And most importantly, she must be at least several years younger than Belinda. This is 100% guaranteed to frost the new Minister's ass, even if everything else in her life is sunshine and lollipops.
Come on, Peter - return the burn! Who's the best candidate for the new lady? Nominations are invited in the comments.