McPolitics

This weekend, I noticed a congealed puddle of puke outside of my usual morning coffee establishment. So revolting, so noisome was this heap of vomit semifreddo that not even the mangy flock of Elgin St. pigeons loitering in the area managed to rouse themselves to give it even the most cursory of pecks. At this stage of the game, the Liberal campaign can be likened to said lagoon of barf in that it: (a) stinks (b) is awful to look at, and, (c) is full of indigestible material in which nobody is interested.

The second round of Leader's "debates" airs tonight and the carnivore in me smells blood. Team Martin is hemorrhaging like a razor blade-licking hemophiliac. It would be painful to watch if the Team in question hadn't been responsible for the demise of the Liberal Party I used to know and love. They deserve to have their asses handed to them for running such a shoddy, amateur campaign. Tonight, our ill-fated PM should be riding the unity, same-sex and education issues. At this juncture, however, it seems unlikely that he will get traction on anything, plagued as he is by scandal du jour and rumoured mutiny amongst those closest to him. It is going to be nothing short of carnage tonight. The other three Leaders all have firm grips on the hammer that will certainly drive the final nail into the coffin of Team Liberal hopes for an Election Day victory.

I will be Debate Dating again tonight with my 407 Partner in Crime ("fraternizing", indeed!!) and his Trusty Sidekick (love to love him). Stay tuned for invective-laced debrief demain.