The Federal Liberal Leader

Okay. It’s time to get serious. P.I.T.S.O.L. will step away from the gutters (lined with gold though they are) and up onto more familiar turf (heap) for the ritual slagging of our politicians. The question seems to be whether Dion in his quintdoublet can weather on as leader of an unruly party or if Count Ignatieff of Burberry or Bob & his Raelaytions would be better equipped to battle Sharper’s stormtroopers should an erection occur (when Kristins collide.) Dion’s (un)protégés have not fared well in recent games of bi-musical chairs (only 1 in 3 has somewhere to sit, unless you count laps) and if the corridors of power are anything like the hospital emergency waiting rooms in Montréal then may I suggest that hopefuls bring their own longknives to carry out any necessary surgical procedures and not wait around for the liberal triage nurses to move them through to the front of the line.

Naan
P.S. Can somebody from Ottawa please bring a load of blacktop to fill the craters in Montréal’s roads. Also tell NASA they don’t need to schedule any more Moon landings. There’s water here and a regular Florida-Québec bus (with toilet, so no disposables needed) that lands at Berri-DeMontigny Crater.