Give it to Mikey
A photographic salute to Michael Ignatieff’s bold and unequivocal response to the Harper Budget.
Written on March 5, 2010 | Posted in Canada
A photographic salute to Michael Ignatieff’s bold and unequivocal response to the Harper Budget.
Elvis and Che. A curious coincidence that occurred fifty years and one hour ago.
It’s no surprise that the usual terrified Muslim-haters are leaping on the bandwagon to applaud a Quebec school board who kicked a student out of class for wearing a niqab. It was a bit more surprising to see the expulsion celebrated by some “progressives”.
Very few people realize that the radiator, one of those humble inventions that literally transforms the world in its own quiet way, was invented by a Russian.
Mohawks and My Sharona. Together for the first time in one post.
Bachelor Number One is a Birther who believes that the Miss American Pageant is secretly run by a coven of Lesbian democrats. Bachelorette Number One thinks Arabs control the BBC and most Africans are ugly. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments.
Most cultures treat themselves to a bit of last minute self-indulgence before they begin their period of fasting (think of Pancake Tuesday, just before Lent), but few are as honest about it as the Icelanders.
It’s 2013. Sarah Palin has been elected President of the Unites States. In her first foray into international affairs she announces that she’s going to resolve this pesky and long standing dispute between North and South Korea. Her adoring supporters revel in her steely resolve, and her self proclaimed willingness to “take the bull by the tail and look it firmly in the eye”.
Dearest CBC: without wishing in any way to disparage the anecdotal prowess of your hosts, if I wanted ersatz bonhomie I would be listening to stations that feature “personalities” with names like “Woody” or “the Shark”. These are not examples to emulated, CBC: these are object lessons in how horribly wrong radio can go – distilled stupid, boiling iodine rubbed directly into our frayed and quivering early morning minds.
…and the real ugly shines through.
I won’t be very present here for the next few weeks, for the usual seasonal reasons, and then some. Stay calm. Be brave. And watch for the signs.
In which Charles Anthony of the Politic dons his Marie Antoinette ruffles and prescribes a cure for Inuit infant mortality.
The worst thing about Harper’s prorogation is the vacuum it creates in the blogosphere, where any number of unsightly boils have erupted in the absence of anything real to write about. Some loyal writers have contacted the Bunker Research Bureau for a digest of this week’s Kay-Zerbesias brouhaha that doesn’t require actually that they visit [...]
If you thought the notion of Lou Reed and Luciano Pavarotti teaming up onstage was weird, check THIS out.
Arthur C. Clarke once wrote that “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” The Bunker adds a corollary: any sufficiently primitive manifestation of religion is indistinguishable from sheer superstition.
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