You may notice an absence of me for the next few days. I’m heading West on a business trip, one of those work-all-day-write-it-up-all-night ones, and will be out of touch.
I expect to return safely. If, however, you don’t hear anything from me by next Saturday, it may mean that Ezra Levant and those other ones found out I was in their territory, and - gulp - took steps. In which case:
- Stageleft, you get the CDs, I-pod and musical instruments. Remember to keep the pipes in a nice, humidified room. And if Anonalogue ever does respond to the challenge he issued, pretend to be me and beat the shit out of him, would you?
- Treehugger, you can have the books and my bust of Elvis. I know you’ve had your eye on it for years.
- Lily, the weapons collection is yours. Also that last serving of spiced eggplant loaf; it’s in the fridge in the vegetable crisper.
- Max, I know you don’t believe in private property, so I leave it to you to convert the estate in Monaco to a Home for Unwed But Unrepentant Socialist Mothers.
And if my body is recovered in reasonable shape, I want to be plastinated and put on display in the Hall of Heroes (a little presumptuous, I know, but this is, after all, MY fantasy).
And I leave the Monet to the first person who correctly identifies the source of the title of this post (slightly altered to baffle Google).
Be back soon!

Still absolutely obsessed with me I see. Get help, loser.
“And if Anonalogue ever does respond to the challenge he issued, pretend to be me and beat the shit out of him, would you?”
Retard. Do you prissy little effeminate statists think anyone worth anything would believe that I’m afraid of a guy who is as effeminate as you? As if. If you’re going to tell a lie at least make it plausible, pussy. I shouldn’t even be responding to this obvious leechy attention grab but I just wanted to set the record straight: I work a 5 minute cab ride from where you do; I asked you, once, to meet me face to face because you were following me around from site to site being a prissy little bitch and you, unsurprisingly, declined, end of story.
Good thing I know your name, address, and where you work; I may need to use that information soon because you’re clearly becoming violent.
“beat the shit out of him”
Third vague physical threat made against me this week, guess you’re still pissed - loser - that I busted your illegal vote-defacement scheme. Gee, I’m scared. I’m inspired to know I’ve made you so very angry, this encourages me increase my blog output and commentary ;-)
” weapons collection”
Lol, that was very, very stupid. Evidence of mental instability plus incitement to commit a crime (ballot spoiling) plus vague physical threats plus an extremely lengthy record of self-admitted online harrassment plus admission of a “weapons collection” equals pound-me-in-the-ass at the Holiday Innes! You’re not a very bright chap, are you?