Well, I guess my break’s over. It was kind of nice while it lasted but seriously folks, this isn’t what I wanted to come back to.

In yet another perfect example of the judiciary asshattery goodness that we’ve had kicking around ever since the Supreme Court’s Singh decision back in ’85, some child-molesting yankee bag of maggot shit has gotten himself bagged in Winnipeg and promptly gone and uttered the magic word: “REFUGEE!”

To make a long story short, Troy Greenbank tried to have a threesome with a woman and her ten year old daughter and got caught. So, naturally, he ran like hell for the Canadian border:

Greenback has no connection to Canada and told police he came north because it was the easiest direct route from Missouri in his attempt to seek asylum on charges he knew were coming. He also wanted a chance to “start over.”

Go to hell, asshole. You want to start over? Do it someplace else. And just what excuse is it that he’s using to try and stay here, you wonder?

Troy Greenbank, 29, faces up to 50 years behind bars if convicted in his home state of Missouri, but is now seeking to fight deportation and to obtain refugee status and protection from the Canadian government. He claims he will probably be killed in prison if returned to the United States to face justice.

Boo hoo. Can’t have that now, can we? Because everybody knows that what this world really needs is more diddlers walking around hogging up air that the rest of us could be breathing.

The girl’s father then learned of the arrangement and called police after discovering the sex toy Mr. Greenbank allegedly bought her.

Greenback is scheduled to return to court in Winnipeg on Friday for another detention review. He is being held in protective custody at the Winnipeg Remand Centre and is on 24-hour suicide watch, based on his statement that he has made previous attempts on his life.

Two final things to think about today: (more…)

Call it blogger burnout. Call it post-election exhaustion. Call it too many projects and not enough hours in the day. Hell, call it George, if that’s what turns your crank. Either way, I’m taking a break.

As of today, I’m going to do everything I can to try and keep my damned trap shut for at least the next two weeks (unless something really jumps up and pisses me off, of course) and just plain relax for a change.

Don’t worry, I’ll be coming back (always do) just as soon as I’ve had time to recharge the ol’ batteries and enjoy a little R&R. Until then, if anybody wants me, I’ll be at the range.  Or, more likely, in the hammock…

Hope to see you all again real soon.

… now it’s time for you to get out and do yours. Yes, folks, I just got back from casting my vote for the only party that I trust to run this country anymore. Now, it’s your turn.

So, if you live in London North Centre, get off the damned couch and get your butt to the nearest polling station and cast your vote for Paul Van Meerbergen. If you live someplace else, get out and vote for whoever happens to be your local Tory.

Let’s face it folks, the sooner we get a majority, the better (yes, I KNOW I’m being stupidly optimistic and I don’t give a damn).

Now all I have to do is wait for the results to start rolling in…

And, because we could all use a good laugh by now (thanks Paul):

The election was too close to call. Neither the Conservative Party nor the Liberal Party had enough
votes to win. There was much talk about ballot recounting, court challenges, etc., but a week-long ice fishing competition seemed the sportsmanlike way to settle things.

The candidate that caught the most fish at the end of the week would win the election. Therefore, it was decided that there should be an ice fishing contest between the two candidates to
determine the winner.

After much back and forth discussion, it was decided that the contest take place on a remote frozen lake in northern Manitoba . There were to be no observers present, and both men were to be sent out
separately on this isolated lake and return at 5 P.M. with their catch for counting and verification by a team of neutral parties.

At the end of the first day, Steven Harper returned to the starting line and he had ten fish. Soon, Dion returned and had no fish. Well, everyone assumed he was just having another ‘bad hair’ day or something and hopefully, he would catch up the next day. ( A do-over)

At the end of the 2nd day Harper came in with 20 fish and Dion came in again with none. That evening, Jack Layton & Elizabeth May got together secretly with Dion and said, ‘Dion, I think Steven Harper is a low-life, cheatin’ son-of-a-gun. I want you to go out tomorrow and don’t even bother with fishing.
Just spy on him and see just how he is cheating.’

The next night (after Steven Harper returns with 50 fish), Layton said to Dion, ‘Well, tell me, how is Steven Harper cheating?’

Dion replied, ‘Jack, you’re not going to believe this, but he’s cutting holes in the ice.’

PS-
For all of you who have been nagging for it, here’s my prediction:

• Conservatives: 160
• Librano$: 75
• Dippers: 22
• Blocheads: 51
• Greenz: dick all

That’s right: that’s how I think it’s gonna turn out. I can always edit it later to maintain my infallibility 😛

Some in the media have elected to piss and moan (surprise, surprise) about Prime Minister Harper having decided on the course of having “suspended news conferences for the duration of the election campaign.”  They act like he’s somehow gone and shut them out.  Poor babies.

I disagree.  I think there is really only one interview left to give in this campaign, and the PM damned well gave it:

… this just about sums it up.

… When you TOO blatantly whore yourself off. After all, it’s one thing to put your own sorry self up for bids but it’s another altogether to ask everyone else in the boat with you to bend over and grab their ankles.

BOHICA!

On the off chance that you haven’t heard, the more devout amongst the Green Gaggle® are getting themselves righteously pissed off at Ellie May’s bullshit.

Back when Ellie was pissing and moaning about not being allowed to hang out with the cool kids at the leaders’ debates on the TV, damned near every conservative (and even quite a few lefty) commentor, blogger, journalist and other bipeds pointed out that it would amount to nothing more than allowing the Lieberals to have not one, but two reps at the debates. The Greens are a kook fringe; most of their “support” comes from the fact that they’re where some folks park protest votes and that’s it. Period. They had no business at the debates (neither did the Blocheads, but that’s another rant).

Despite denials, verybody and their gerbil knew that Ellie’s gang was a wholly owned asset of the Librano$. Everybody, that is, except apparently some of the people who were running for office under her party’s banner:

ORILLIA – Green Party Leader Elizabath May is confusing her own candidates with talk of supporting Stephane Dion for prime minister, says the Green candidate for Simcoe North.

Valerie Powell is equally incensed at the Liberals, who she says are engaging in “old political tricks” by trying to appeal for Green voters at the last minute.

May is “making it definitely confusing, and a lot of a Green candidates are really upset,” Powell said at the Orillia Farmers Market today, where Dion showed up at a rally to back the local Grit candidates. “It’s confusing for us as candidates.

Confusing?? You’ve been sold out,plain and simple. What’s so confusing about that? :?Idiot.

OTTAWA — Elizabeth May has “sold out” her Green Party candidates and volunteers with her call for strategic voting in close ridings, a former deputy leader of the party says.

David Chernushenko, who lost to Ms. May in 2006 for the party leadership, said her comments will confuse and likely demoralize her supporters in the final days of the campaign.

“Every candidate deserves to be fairly considered for a vote, and I don’t believe in strategic voting and I don’t believe that any Green candidate, volunteer or donor should be sold out,” Mr. Chernushenko said in a phone interview yesterday.

Asked if that is what he believes Ms. May has done, his answer was yes.

Well, at least he gets it.