Tales From The Shelter – 48
Thanks you, Gordon Campbell and Kevin Falcon and Rich Coleman. Because of your malicious minds I can’t get into the closest community medical clinic here for three weeks, even though I continue to have health problems. You guys take the cake!
Imagine, Falcon running for leader for the Criminal, er I mean Liberal Party of BC cuz his old buddy, old pal, Gordo really fucked up. And Falcon will do better? These three thugs probably still kiss Bush’s ass. Oh yum, Texas road apples with a hint of catfish and a sassy bouquet! Just my kind of drink….NOT!
No matter what there will not be a good contender for the Liberal leadership because they’re all a bunch of fucked up dummies. Why, it might be beter if Van der Zalm were at the helm again….wait, I didn’t REALLY say that, did I? Pardon my cynisism, it comes too easily in a world full of fractured souls. worn down spirits and flattened hearts. Das Boot is sinking and why should anyone care?
Why should anyone care? They shouldn’t. Let the sociopaths lie in their own graves with no government subsidy for burial (do MLA’s get burial costs? Perhaps they should). I will not be greiving.
Carole James is the definite winner but lo and behold her caucus better stick together and some real solutions instilled because we never, ever, want another Glenn Clarke. I don’t think we will with Carole, not herself, but if the NDP sticks to it’s ‘stick together no matter what’ manifesto then a rescenario could be repeated. After all, the Dippers should have recalled Clarke themselves but get too dogmatic….and that’s no good in a dog eat dog world where we want/need/deserve heart combined with brains.
Falcon, fly away, buddy….we’re waiting for your bird-shit to hit our heads.