Political Insanity

This really really made me laugh.

My whole family was burdened with a little case of gastrointestinal leprosy this weekend–in fact, I threw up so violently that I blew a blood vessel on my eyeball. Yerch.

But if you REALLY want to make youself puke, go read these posts at What It Takes To Win. Turns out the federal Liberal Party has some pretty… special contributors.

So if you’ve ever given money to one of these hospitals… or, you know, worked in one of them, helping save lives etc etc… you should get that special glow that only comes from ensuring the Rat Bastard Party gets another election cycle snorkeling at the public tit.

Yes yes, I know, the word is suckling, but “snorkeling” just sounds better, don’t you think? More onomatopoeic.

I have spent the better part of the last two weeks fighting off the Evil Forces Of Pestilence And Doom… which is to say, you know, uh, working.

So I haven’t had a lot of time to post nasty vicious slanders against My Betters, a.k.a. The Liberal Party Of Truth And Doubleplusgoodness. I can only pause to say: My Thanks To A Merciful God for allowing Paul Martin to be the first *koffkoff* world leader to visit the tsunami disaster zone. Because Lord knows, if I had lost my family in the worst mass disaster in recorded history not directly caused by Communism or Nazism, what I would want to see most of all would be the ingratiating and oleaginous grimace of His Merciful Goodness Paul Martin. In the flesh. All of it.

From The Diplomad, describing the UN bureaucrats who have descended upon the 5-star hotels in the general vicinity of the tsunami:

Seeing these UNocrats perched at the table, whispering to each other, back-slapping, shaking hands, they seemed like a periodic reunion of old cynical Mafia chieftains or mercenaries who run into each other in different hot spots, as they move from one slaughter to another, “How are you? Haven’t seen you since Bosnia . . ..” As the hours wore on, however, and I nervously doodled in my note pad, shifted in my chair, looked at my watch, and thought about all the real work I had to do that evening, I decided that, no, labeling them mafiosos or mercenaries was much too kind. They seemed more to be the progeny resulting from a mating between a mad oracle and a giant carrion-eater. They were akin to some sort of ancient mythical Greco-Roman-Aztec-Wes Craven-Egyptian-bird-god that demands constant sacrifice and feeding, and speaks in riddles which only it can solve. Yes, I decided, the UNocrats are great hideous vultures, roused from their caves in the European Alps and in the cement canyons and peaks of Manhattan by the stench of death in the Turd World. They leisurely take flight toward the smell of death; circle, and then swoop down, screeching UNintelligble nonsense. They arrive and immediately force others, e.g., the American tax payer, to build them new exclusive nests in the midst of poverty, and make themselves fat on the flesh of the dead. My friends, allow The Diplomad to present to you The High Priest Vulture Elite (HPVE).

I have been remiss. Thank you to Musing for the 12th edition of the Standard, which has become a voluminous task.

He prefaces this edition with his own reflections on traditions and choice. These prologues are always my favourite part of the Standard, and Musing does us all proud.

You should read it. Instapundit demands it!

I came across this study thanks to Jay Jardine, who appears ready to cry “Wolverines!” and head for the hills.

I am not about to waste a tenth of a second finding and reading the actual study, so for the sake of argument let’s imagine that the BBC report got it right for a change:

University of Athens and Harokopio University researchers found drinking more than one cup [of coffee a day] increased the chances of cardiovascular inflammation.

They studied 3,000 people and found those who drank more than 200ml tested higher for a variety of indicators of inflammation.

[...]

The study, published in the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition, took blood samples from 3,000 people, about half men and half women, while they were fasting.

I resolve to try, every day, to remember how very fortunate I am.

BumfOnline makes the point that he doesn’t want to join the “Blogs for CPC” group, which I did (see below), even though he is certainly an “unofficial” supporter of the Tories. He makes the point that,

I just don’t want people to get the impression that I support the party unconditionally without them reading what I have to say first. I’m not afraid to admit my affiliation with the party as much as I’m afraid someone will simply click away as soon as they see the logo. The first impression I would like a new visitor to see is the Red Ensign which signifies my devotion to my country, first and foremost, and after that I hope they will not cast judgment without seeing where I stand.

I’m not an engineer, I’m no good with computers, and I could never in a million years do what these guys did. But this story made me very happy. (Thanks to Doctor Recommended for the pointer)

It’s about two engineers who pretended to work for Apple, after they were laid off, just to finish their project. If you don’t finish this story with a smile on your face, I will personally give you one trillion dollars*.

*This is what we doctors call “a big f**king lie”.

I consider myself a political partisan, in that I sincerely believe a Conservative government would be better for Canada than a Liberal government. Sometimes I have to re-evaluate my partisanship, because I am much more a libertarian than a conservative per se, and often the Conservative party (and Republican party in the US) do things that p*ss me off. But politics is a zero sum game: one party will definitely win, and it is (almost) always possible for me to choose the lesser of two evils.

Ever since I was old enough to vote, the most capitalist mainstream political party in Canada (PC, then RPC, then CA, now CPC) has been my “lesser of two evils”. It should go without saying that I can always point to areas of philosophical difference between my position and the L2E party. But politically speaking, half a loaf is better than a quarter of a loaf.