Pulled a Harper and prorogued the blog for December. After the coalition drama was put on hiatus, December offered little except the departure of Stephane Dion. I couldn't bring myself to watch his address to the nation, apparently with a hand-held camera in some basement, explaining the coalition. At least his departure speeds up the succession process in the Liberal party, and someone who projects a little more gravitas is in place to act as a check on Harper, who can't be trusted not to pull a stunt at the first opportunity. Look for another election in 09. Little Stevie can't help himself.
A Conservative MP announces he leads a secret caucus of anti-abortion MPs, whose identities he declines to reveal. Apparently this secret group plans to pass a law outlawing abortion without anybody knowing. Good luck with that.
Look for Conrad Black to remain in prison, and raise a glass to Patrick Fitzgerald.
Bristol Palin had a kid, named Tripp. I had no idea it was tripping season, but there you go. Supposedly she will score somewhere in the neighbourhood of 300 Gs for the baby pix.
Obama thought it would be a good idea to have homophobe bible thumper Rick Warren read the invocation to his inauguration. Swing and a miss. Like all episodes involving gas, this too shall pass, but it shows Obama continuing to have a tin ear on sexual orientation, around which I sense a profound discomfort on his part.
Buh-bye 08. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
