Category: Media

… I know that I’ve never had a very high opinion of the MSM, and I’ve never pretended to, but at precisely what point in this particular election campaign did they fall down the rabbit hole completely?

PMSH has been doing his best to keep all the hullabaloo confined to the issues (which is like herding cats at the best of times) this time around, but what are we getting from the MSM?

Utter asshattery and a surprisingly good impression of Harald the Missionary from Erik the Viking.

The big thing on Canadians’ minds these days is the economy — as in “it’s the economy, stupid” — but Alex Marland is hung up on “Why Stephen kisses Laureen.”  No, goddammit, I am NOT making that up!  Why does the PM kiss his wife????? [answer at the bottom of this post, if you really, really need it]

Hey, Alex, lemme ask you something… Have you ever kissed a girl? Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t need to ask such dumbass questions. (more…)

No, this isn’t going to be a rant about the registry; not today.  Everybody and their dog has been wondering just what the hell might be going on between Uberdipper Jack! Layton’s ears these days and I have to admit that I’m no exception.

How could this guy possibly want to trot off into an election right now?  Is he nuts? Forget for a minute that his health isn’t the best; he still started off the week at least seeming to have most of his marbles.   The MSM hasn’t been saying much about it (no real surprise there) but when the budget came down, Layton said he wasn’t making up his mind until after caucus.  Seems logical to me so far.  So then the budget comes down, and even Canadian Labour Congress Complainer In Chief Ken Georgetti, of all damn people, says it’s good.  Didn’t see THAT one coming, did you? (Don’t feel bad; neither did I.) (more…)

I can NOT wait to see this!  Ayn Rand’s 1957 novel is hitting the screens April 15th (if you’re American and know anything about Rand, you’ll get the joke)

Now I’m going to have to read the book again… (more…)

It’s Monday; time to provoke the feminists…

Speaks for itself; some animals are more equal than others…

I’ve finally figured out how I’m going to get filthy, stinking rich.  I deserve it of course, for being the sunshiny kind of guy that I am.  I’m going to find a company that manufactures corks for flapping, leftist pieholes, and sink every penny I’ve got into it.  Recent events have proven to me that it’ll be a goldmine.

We’ll start off with the reddest Tory in the Chamber of Somnambulant Second Thought: the Senator formerly known by the Rowell-Jackman sur-monicker but now going, Roseanne-esque, by only the given names of Nancy Ruth.  Count Igula – likely following Frank Graves’ advice about setting off a culture war – recently tried his damnedest to drag out the abortion issue and run a few volts through the bolts in its neck.  (Apparently, it didn’t occur to Iffy that it might not be such a great idea to take strategic advice from a guy whose name sounds so much like the unfortunate bugger on the right. Go on, Iggy, grab the cables; you’ll be fine)  Well, that didn’t work out too well.  Harper pretty much gave him the Dion treatment and dared Ignatieff to huff, puff and blow the house down and now Nancy has some advice for the screeching chior of the infanticide congregation:  STFU. (more…)