Milestones in Leadership
Some will argue that Prime Minister Stephen Harper has achieved much in his time as the leader of Canada’s government.  Others might suggest that he has come up short on achieving anything that posterity will remember his time in office for. Such is partisan politics. Undeniably, however, he has achieved a first in something. It is quite a milestone, in a sense. It is certainly something worth noting given his platform. I am not sure where it fits into the whole “accountibility” theme he has been propagating, but he is the first and only prime minister in Canada’s history to have his own stylist on the taxpayer’s dime. Personally, I think she is doing a fine job. The old man looks just smashing most of the time, except of course, for the vest in Mexico and the leather duds at Stampede last year. Hail thee, our fearless leader who needs help getting dressed in the morning!
Not only a stylist, my son, but a PSYCHIC stylist. Suddenly his contempt for the Ottawa press corps becomes understandable…he is probably learning to bypass the middle man and begin channelling directly to our brains.
Now if only they could hire a fitness consultant for him.
Yes Balb, I caught the psychic bit while reading the paper over lunch. I almost swallowed my tongue in surprise and delight! What a juicy addition to this whole affair.
If we are lucky, Harper will turnout to be as nuts as MacKenzie-King was.
Well, his handler has specified that she doesn’t actually DO psychic stuff for him. She just IS a psychic. Still, the precedent is there – didn’t the Reagans consult astrologists?
How could he NOT consult her? The temptation must be overwhelming. I can hear him now: “Do I have too much blush on for the camera…er… by the way…what’s in the cards for a Spring election…hmm?
Ooh, there’s more. According to CP,
I’ve been searching for the last year and half for the right word to describe that glazed, unfocused expression he usually wears. And now I have both the word – “stunned” – and the explanation. O frabjous day!
I come here, open this page, start reading, and my toaster starts dancing, my radio turns on and off and on, my eyelids won’t stop twitching, and my… uh … nether regions… are starting to tingle and swell.
There’s something weird going on here. Guh’bye.
[...] With this hanging over him can Harper hope to win the next election, will God turn his face against him, and does this explain his cats? [...]
You will also find your voice drops and you begin to grow hair in funny places. It’s normal.