So the tyrant is well and truly overthrown; and the oppressed people, sensing that a shadow is lifted off the land, flock to the blog quebecois, demanding to see the dictator stripped bare. Yes, they want nude pictures of . . . Sheila Copps.
I kid you not. I've had a dozen hits the last day or two searching for 'em.
I should explain here that Sheila Copps was formerly Canada's Minister of Heritage.
I should explain here to Americans, who invariably say "Minister of What?" that Canadians cannot be entrusted with celebrating their own heritage, inasmuch as it mainly involves those icky dead white males, so the Government instead funds authentic emenations of Canadian culture, such as (I'm not kidding) female East Indian hip-hop groups. No link available, but I've seen it, and trust me, it's awful.
Anyway, Ms. Copps lost the Liberal leadership race and was bounced from Cabinet. No word yet on whether she faces war crimes charges, though the abovementioned musical act would certainly be damning evidence against her.
I suppose I could do a Wendy Mesley and whip up some Photoshopped version of Sheila for the, um, enjoyment of the masses, but I mean, really, this
is what I've got to work with. Not very promising.
In other news:
Rumors abound that some high-ranking Iraqi mucky-muck has been captured.
I am tracking this story and will report as details become available.
It's hard-hitting, timely investigative journalism such as this that has propelled the blog quebecois to the lower middle rungs of the bottom third of the cheap-rent district of the blogosphere.
Either that or the nude Sheila Copps photos.