Ah, but afterwards, Rudy was quoted as saying: "Gosh, riding a Segway is way easier than dealing with September 11th!"

"Treasurer bombing" egad.

And look at buddy in the jeans and jean shirt.. buy that man a copy of GQ!!!

Campaign gatherings, north and or south of the border bug me so much anymore.

The people who show up are almost 100% supporters and media yet they play it up as if they are speaking to the guy/gal on the street. The long time party faithful show up in dress shirts of not ties but throw some sort of supporter T over top to try to show they are hip and laid back (see photo above, again)yet in truth they probably don't even own a T shirt that has sleeves. The event is a big clap clap pat the back affair that makes you want to puke. yet the media fall for it, they show the camera angles to imply hordes of local supporters even is it is 10 doughheads waving signs in front of a stage where candidate X blathers on the same tired speech he or she gave two hours ago down the road.. argh.

Apathy is me

I'm a new kind of politician. When I canvass, I intend to simply show up and insult people, like Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. In alphabetical order, of course.
<br/><br/>
Me: (checking voters' list) Ah.. hello. Are you, um... Mrs... Smith?<br/>
Her: Yes. What can I do for you, dear?<br/>
Me: You, madam, are a pratt. A complete nail-biter. I don't even want your vote.<br/>
Her: ... Well! (slams door)<br/>
...<br/>
Me: (checking voters' list) Ah.. Hello Mr. Smoll...<br/>

"Anatomy Potts"

and I thereby give my vote to WCG regardless of her stance on, well, anything, and because her cool factor and her HHGTTG references outweigh any promises others may have to bring about world peace or change my lightbulbs.

I'm truly sorry but I can't insult you, Sean, since you live in a different riding.

No I don't! I am in K and the I's! Come by and insult me anytime! :)