september fifth
9 a.m.
courtroom ten
turned myself in
I was preparing to write a blistering post that would sink the electoral fortunes of Paul Martin for once and for all, and now I've forgotten what I meant to say.
For I have been tagged by Bruce at Autonomous Source with this latest stupid blóg meme to list the five strangest things about myself. I take exception to the premise: I have been told over and over, by some very famous and well-respected people, that I AM NOT WEIRD.
The ouija board DOES NOT lie, and I have that on the authority of no less than Winston Churchill.
In fact, this entire topic made me so angry that I pounded the table with enough violence to topple my human-skull chalice ("Yorick"), filled with the finest of jug-wines, which I buy in quantity, as I do tend to tip Yorick over from time to time. (One of these days I'm really going to have to build a stem and base for it.)
So, nope. I can't see where I'm out of the mainstream at all. OK, I like George W. Bush, which in Canada is tantamount to heresy; I prefer to think of it as iconoclasm. That's me -- the rebel, the outsider, the visionary.
Now it is my turn to tag five other blóggers, but I can't think of five offhand who actually read this site. So I will call the curse down upon Andrew Ian Dodge of Dodgeblogium. Now this guy is weird. Sir Winnie told me so himself.