Once more dyed the rich red colour of sockeye salmon

real outfits for the lads: Smug Mountie is drunk with lemonade and power
real outfits for the lads: future redneck rancher is two seconds away from whuppin' you
real outfits for the lads: you can't see it, but this kid's wearing chaps.
Flashy Gene Autry sling style holster, with artificial firearm and Curse of Gene Autry
Real outfits for the panicked Home Front

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Today's featured guest musician: Carole King

Featured artist: Shakespeare

Featured font: Times New Roman

A PSA FROM CAROLE KING'S "TAPESTRY" TO THE CITIZENS OF IRAQ

You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes you will
You're beautiful as you feel.

FIGHT THE STATUE, or IT TAKES A NATION OF STATUES TO HOLD US BACK

Anyway. It appears that the 48% President of the US will not be visiting Canada. Why? We didn't pledge our support in the Bomb-The-Living-Fuck-Out-Of-Iraq-And-Let-The-Starving-Masses-Loot (And-Meanwhile-We'll-Play-Tug-of-War-With-a-Statue) Campaign 2003. The saddest thing is that we actually have approximately eighty ground troops actively fighting with coalition troops. We also have ships in the Persian Gulf on anti-terrorism missions - which, as far as I can remember, is one of the proferred justifications for the You've-Had-Your-6000-Years bombfest. For what other reason would a US Marine have draped the 911 flag over the offending head of Hussein? Unless "The Regime" (now separate from "The Free People of Iraq") had nothing at all to do with 911, Bush and Cheney and Rumsfeld and the rest of the glee club should be extremely pleased with Canada's efforts. If, on the other hand, the War Against the Regime had diddly-squat to do with 911, Bush's displeasure with Canada is perhaps petty but certainly understandable.

Actually, the �berschmerzlichest thing is that the rightwing rednecks in this country are now braying that Bush's cancelled visit is somehow Canada's fault. Stockwell Day expressed his regret that we have "put ourselves in the same camp as Moscow and Peking," which sounds an awful lot like a lame but game attempt at Cold War sports. Which should also tell you a lot about the mindset of our right wing; these are people whose politics calcified when I was watching The Six Million Dollar Man on my parents' black and white TV.

As for my feelings on the Bush snub of the Canadian government, I give you Titus Andronicus' lament over the imminent execution of his falsely accused sons:

Titus. O reverend tribunes! O gentle, aged men!
Unbind my sons, reverse the doom of death:
And let me say, that never wept before,
My tears are now prevailing orators.

Lucius. O noble father, you lament in vain:
The tribunes hear you not, no man is by;
And you recount your sorrows to a stone.

Titus. Ah! Lucius, for thy brothers let me plead.
Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you,�

Lucius. My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.

Titus. Why, �tis no matter, man: if they did hear,
They would not mark me, or if they did mark,
They would not pity me, yet plead I must,
All bootless unto them.
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones,
Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale.
When I do weep, they humbly at my feet
Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me;
And, were they but attired in grave weeds,
Rome could afford no tribune like to these.
A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than stones;
A stone is silent, and offendeth not,
And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.
But wherefore stand�st thou with thy weapon drawn?

Lucius. To rescue my two brothers from their death;
For which attempt the judges have pronounc�d
My everlasting doom of banishment.

Titus. O happy man! they have befriended thee.
Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive
That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?
Tigers must prey; and Rome affords no prey
But me and mine: how happy art thou then,
From these devourers to be banished!

Today's entry has been three pounds of solid rant, extra fancy. Come by tomorrow, when featured artists may include Marty Feldman, Anton Szandor LaVey, and Gilles de Rais. Special Guest Star: Stempel Garamond Oblique!

Retracted on 2003-04-14::3:29 p.m.


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