The basement bunker red phone (what other colour would it be?) went off a few minutes ago, it never does that, until tonight I didn’t even think it worked - it startled me almost enough me nearly spill my tea all over my B.F. Skinner book on social engineering even…. it was balbulican with the news that the My Blahg 2005 Canadian Blog Awards had been posted.
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Stageleft placed 3rd in the “Best Blog” category, 2nd in the “Best Progressive Blog” category, and 1st in the “Best Group Blog” category, and for that a whole heap of thanks goes out to a whole lot of people from balbulican, treehugger, and myself:
| * To everyone who comments here on the left side, thank you. Quite obviously everybody doesn’t agree on a lot of things but the fact that ideas and events can be debated here as passionately as they sometimes are without all of us looking like we just crawled out of a mud wrestling match is a credit to everyone. |
| *To all the regulars - we pinkie swear, if we ever do launch that line of stageleft “Outrage Outerwear” yer all gonna get a free t-shirt in the mail. |
| *To everyone who thinks this is a worthwhile place to hang out, even if it’s only to lurk, and who cast a vote for our collective efforts, thank you, it is greatly appreciated. |
| *To Lily Cheung and the rest of the Bunkerettes, the workers of the world salute you. As you pass by these awards hanging in the Bunker Hall of Heros know that you share equally in them, they are a tribute to your tireless efforts in the |
| *To Robert at My Blahg, thank you for putting together and hosting the annual Canadian Blog Awards again this year. Speaking for all of us, we appreciate the work you put into this tremendously. |





I hestitate to offer my congratulations to such a dangerous bunch of reactionaries, but fell compelled to say ” well done,” nonetheless.
Bask in the glow, boys, but the battle of ideas is far from over. When my side has won (you’ll know it’s over when I’ve succeeded in convincing Lily to pose for Playboy), then we’ll party (once you’ve finished your terms in the re-education camps).