So, in moving here to banks of Pomona Creek from up north in Belinda's old riding, I guess I was expecting just a modicum more enlightenment. But, then again, there's old money down here and old money crumbles when exposed to light. I should have expected as much. Turns out, my new MP is former "journalist" (news reader) Peter Kent.
Ah, Mon Dieu!
Not only do I still have a PaleoCon representing me in Ottawa, it's another one of them Manchurian Tory "journalists," (like the mutant potato that is Mike Duffy and the permanent wave that is Pam Wallin) who paraded around on the Tee Vee polluting our perspectives in favour of the rich and stupid for years, always forgetting to declare their clear establishment biases.
And what's worse?
Reader Peter was too stupid to take the obvious route of the rest of the career frauds, that starring role tailor made for Tory whores - Canadian Senator.
I mean, Minister of State for Foreign Affairs (Americas)? Please. If he had any brains at all he'd have defaulted to his true Tory instincts and raked in the guaranteed cash for life sitting in a body he didn't believe in tweaking policy for a country he likes even less than France.
