I was up at 7 this morning. Ouch. I have a bit of a busy day, finishing up some client work before heading out to take pics of Bush protesters, then rushing back to record Brass Balls Radio late tonight.

Speaking of Brass Balls Radio, about that $12 donation you meant to give us, but clearly forgot. Yeah, you can still do it (and Mark Steyn says you should!). Thanks. We just paid our hosting bill - the one BEFORE the Steyn show. It was expensive enough. I don’t dare to speculate how much the big one will be.

My article on California upholding Prop 8 has garnered a ton of comments over at Examiner. Feel free to add your own voice to the mix. (There’s a little technical problem with the comments being cut off after x-amount of characters. Sorry, please bear with us while we get it straightened out.) Finally a moonbat has admitted there’s no legal reason to prohibit polygamy and that it should be allowed. Go forth and opine!

I found something fishy over at Technorati the other day. No wonder it isn’t used as much as it once was. What a scam! Just because you’re AOL and you can buy links… Not cool. Bloggers (legitimate ones) put a great deal of effort into their babies. I know I do.

A couple in San Diego have been busted for praying without a permit. Seriously.

“On Good Friday we had an employee from San Diego County come to our house, and inform us that the Bible study that we were having was a religious assembly, and in violation of the code in the county.” David Jones told FOX News.

“We told them this is not really a religious assembly — this is just a Bible study with friends. We have a meal, we pray, that was all,” Jones said.

A few days later, the couple received a written warning that cited “unlawful use of land,” ordering them to either “stop religious assembly or apply for a major use permit,” the couple’s attorney Dean Broyles told San Diego news station 10News.

So much for the concept of:

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

I bet they voted for Prop 8.

Bloggers beware. A great article in the WSJ about libel chill in the ’sphere. Something many of my good friends know far too much about, sadly.

Civic gadflies and self-styled watchdogs who accuse local politicians and companies are getting slapped with lawsuits. People who post messages in chat rooms, online forums and blogs can be held liable for invasion of privacy or for making defamatory statements, which are damaging, false statements of fact.

Yeah, we know. Oh my, do we ever!

Ok folks, have a great day. I hope to get some good pics of raving moonbats from down in front of the Metro Toronto Convention Centre this afternoon. I will be sure to post the best of them.

Over the question of Michael Ignatieff’s “true patriot love“.

ALSO APPARENTLY “JUST VISITING”

• ABLONCZY, The Hon. Diane, P.C., B.Ed., LL.B. Date of Birth: 1949.05.06. Place of Birth: Peoria, Illinois, United States.
• MARK, Inky, B.A., B.Ed. Date of Birth: 1947.11.17. Place of Birth: Toysun, China.
• OBHRAI, Deepak. Date of Birth: 1950.07.05. Place of Birth: Oldeani, Tanzania.
• SHORY, Devinder. Date of Birth: 1958.08.03. Place of Birth: Punjab, India.
• TOEWS, The Hon. Vic, P.C., B.A., LL.B. Date of Birth: 1952.09.10. Place of Birth: Fildelfia, Paraguay.
• WONG, Alice, Ph.D. Date of Birth: 1948.06.30. Place of Birth: Hong Kong.

Here the Clever Jackal attempts to equate immigrants to Canada with Ignatieff, an immigrant from Canada who chose to live in Massachusetts and teach at Harvard for 30-odd years. You know, McGill or University of Toronto weren’t good enough for him.

Not that I can personally begrudge Iggy from wanting to get the hell out of here for any stretch of time - I’d do it myself. But then again, my own lack of “true patriot love” pretty much precludes me (above all other things) from running for Prime Minister.

Then again, if we base things on Ignatieff’s country of choice, we will see that hating America is no hindrance to the presidency. So what the hell, right?

The mind reels at how the opposition parties could whinge and moan about the cost of that last little election we had in October, but then stage a coup d’état a month later. It all seems very Venezuelan to me. Like, you know what would be fun? Having Sarah Palin in full hunting regalia storm congress and tell everyone that their vote didn’t matter, and that she was taking over regardless of what anyone said. Could you imagine?

There are winners and losers in the political game. When your party wins, it’s good. When they lose, you re-strategize for the next go-round. You do not stage a coup! So that said, join me in Toronto at Queens Park on Saturday.

If you are elsewhere in the country, find a rally to go to. The separatists and the sore losers do not get to take over government. They can vie for power, make backroom deals and work together all they want. But a coup? No thanks, Hugo.

Sometime shortly after I would normally fall asleep, Beth came a-knocking at my door to wake me. It was time to get dressed and go to the Dole Institute of Politics at the University of Kansas. This morning they held a Town Hall event hosted by the local morning radio team, EJ & Ellen. The idea was to get a variety of opinions on the election and candidates. The group between 7-8 (that was us) were “average” voters (’cept for this lonely Canuck). The 8-9 group were students at KU (who mostly came for the free breakfast - hell, that’s why I went!).

Anyway, because it wasn’t to be just another day on the farm, I put on a dress, and slipped my swollen, broken foot into my Nine West butter-soft leather heels I got as a post Christmas gift when I went to Hawaii in January. I love those shoes, and rarely get an opportunity to wear them - black and broken toe be damned! As a testament to my unbelievably high tolerance for pain, I managed to walk despite a) broken toe, b) twisted ankle and c) only one cup of coffee. That last part was a bitch, seeing as it was still the middle of the night, as far as this girl was concerned.

The Dole Institute is absolutely beautiful, if slightly creepy in a mausoleum sort of way. I realize it bears the man’s name, but the shrine to Dole - and it really is a shrine - is a bit unnerving. The staff however are true gems of the Midwest. Some of the nicest people you will ever meet, including their top dog, Bill Lacy. Pundits may remember Bill from the Reagan/Bush Bush/Quayle years. I also got to meet one of the Deputy Directors of the Institute, Lawrence Bush (no relation). He’s a friend of John & Beth, and a really nice guy. Funny, too.

The first crowd - us grownups - was pretty even in terms of who they would voted for. There were three conservatives at our table, and three liberals. Somewhere in the room there was an “undecided” couple, which worries me - how can you still be undecided at this late stage of the game? Have you been under a rock for the last year of campaigning? Subjects covered included racism, ageism (misogyny was ignored) and leadership experience. Mostly though, there were commercials. This is why I hate listening to commercial radio (d’uh). There’s an ad break every 2.5 minutes. WTF? So we sat there for over an hour to have approximately 10 minutes of discussion about the election. For this I got up early, and wore the shoes. Jesus.

Anyhow, when the grownup segment ended, the working crowd left for their respective jobs. One of the libs from our table passed by and leaned down to make a rather creepy comment about my cleavage, while his wife stood next to him. I told him to behave and wished the wife a good day. Democrats - I’ll never figure ‘em.

Beth and I hung around for a while to hear what the future of America had to say for themselves. Ohmygod! America is doomed, with the exception of a few shining students (of both party persuasions) that talked about things like the future, and security, and health. The rest of these whiny brats living off their parents’ dime were focused on only one subject: Themselves. Who will do more for students? Who relates to me the best? Who uses the most technology (newsflash, kiddo: people who don’t work 9-5 in offices really don’t hang out on Facebook that much)? Who is younger and cooler? Doomed, I tell you. we had to leave before our heads exploded. We consoled ourselves in the fact that though students love to preach about a candidate, they rarely get out and vote.

Can I just say that Lawrence, Kansas is an adorable little college town? Love it. I hope we go back again soon. Though maybe I would be more comfortable and fit in better if I wear Birkenstocks.

Wool research.

Jesus Christ, I’m in the wrong business.

Eva Peron, socialist goddess. The children sang:

Barack Obama, community organizer. The children sang:

Canada has five weeks before they have to vote (again) in a federal election. Hoping to catch the wave of voter frenzy from South of the 49th, Stephen Harper requested the dissolution of Parliament this morning.

Canadians will go to the polls Tuesday, Oct. 14, the day after Thanksgiving, to vote for a new federal government.

I really wish I could care. The theme in America is “change” for this 2008 election, and it’s bound to be historic, no matter who wins. In Canada, the theme is “same again”. Once more, three (four, if you count Bloc Quebecois) boring middle aged white guys will square off over who can do the least amount of damage to Canada. And once more, the public will grumble, bitch and ultimately ignore. Voter turnout in Canada is notoriously low.

I worked the last election, where I was VP of my local riding association. Sounds thrilling, huh? You would be wrong if you thought so. Most of my time was spent arguing with a candidate I could barely bring myself to vote for. The rest of it was spent getting paper cuts. I was “lucky” enough to co-host a fundraising party at some rich dude’s house in honor of our candidate - the wife had me enter by the servant’s entrance.

I like what the Conservative Party has done so far. They made a bunch of promises during the last campaign, and they managed to deliver a whole lot of them. Pretty good for a minority government that has only been in power a little over two years. America could learn a lesson or two! But if Canada expects any of the election frenzy taking place in the US to have any impact on the voters of Canada, they are sadly mistaken. Canadians lost their ability to be excited about anything a long time ago.

Quote of the day. And another reason I will never run for office (no, I don’t have a penis, but that would be a reason, too!). The politics of the penis…

A family values campaigner accused of taking pornographic photographs of himself has been dumped as a candidate for Australia’s November election by the Christian-values Family First Party.

Sydney music teacher Andrew Quah, 21, admitted photographs showing his penis and circulating widely on gay websites had embarrassed his party and made his candidacy untenable.

“But that’s not my penis,” Quah told the Sydney Morning Herald newspaper, adding one of the images may have been digitally altered.

“I might have been drunk off my face, or my political enemies might have drugged me,” Quah said. “It was a mistake that I would not have committed had I been of right mind. All I know, I have been humiliated.”

The kid is 21. Cut him a little slack. Heck, I do shit like that, and I’m a decade older than him!

Quah said the photos were more than two years old and were taken and shared while he was drunk. He denied the genitalia in one picture was his, but said he did pose for two photos in an “inappropriate position.”

Hmmm… I would be curious. From a strictly professional standpoint, of course!

In an update on this post, the Green Party is dumping his conspiracy-generating, America-hating, pro-Jihad ass.

A journalist who wrote that he initially cheered the attacks on the Pentagon and the World Trade Center has been rejected as a candidate for the Green Party of Canada.

Kevin Potvin has been told he cannot represent the party in the riding of Vancouver-Kingsway, party leader Elizabeth May said in a news release on Sunday.

I have been proven wrong: The Greens do have a little common sense, after all.

One of the morons who revels in 9/11 and yet thinks it was perpetrated by the government in a vast Zionist conspiracy is running for office in Vancouver (under the Green banner, of course).

The editorial, entitled, A Revolting Confession, was first published on Nov. 28, 2002 in an alternative newspaper, The Republic of East Vancouver, which Kevin Potvin founded.

“When I saw the first tower cascade down into that enormous plume of dust and paper, there was a little voice inside me that said, ‘Yeah!’ When the second tower came down the same way, that little voice said, ‘Beautiful!’ When the visage of the Pentagon appeared on the TV with a gaping and smoking hole in its side, that little voice had nearly taken me over, and I felt an urge to pump my fist in the air,” Mr. Potvin wrote in the editorial.

Some degenerate who masturbates to the death of 3,000 Americans wants to represent in Parliament. If this is the direction Canada is taking, we’re sicker than I had originally feared.

Today the word came out that Tony Snow, White House Press Secretary, has cancer of the liver. My father died from the very same thing - colon, spread to liver.

My mother, on the other hand, died when her cancer spread to her bones, much the way Elizabeth Edwards’ has.

No matter your political stripe, please join me in praying for the comfort of, if not the lives of, these two people. They have a hard road ahead of them, and they shouldn’t have the potholes and sharp stones of partisan politics in their paths to make the journey worse.

Let me give a little tip to Canadians and Americans alike that spend a lot of time on the Internet:

You are not alone. And when you say things like Kill the President and Behead the Prime Minister, your nerdy MySpace buddies aren’t the only ones reading. You aren’t the only one reading the words Jihad and Allah in your email.

My threads have been read time and again by the Department of Homeland Security, the RCMP, and my Internet provider. I’m watched constantly, even though I’m not a threat. Why? Because I use the buzzwords. They have to watch me. It’s not a big deal, because I’m on the right side of the law. I’m with the good guys. They know I’m not actually going to kill the president, even if their sooper seekrit search engine flags those words here and sends them looking.

But for all you commie, anti-establishment assholes, get a grip. Your nonsense isn’t funny, it’s illegal.

Internet ramblings about Stephen Harper on the blogsite of an Alberta man found an attentive but not overly appreciative audience with the RCMP.

As a result, Patrick David Fenton is to be sentenced May 30 for threatening the life of the prime minister.

Fenton, 25, pleaded guilty in court in Canmore Wednesday to a single charge of uttering threats to cause death.

Fenton’s lawyer says the whole thing has been blown out of proportion.

“He had an online blog and frankly he intended it as satirical,” Tyson Dahlem said yesterday from his office in Canmore, 120 km west of Calgary.

Dork.

Saturday was Bug’s second birthday. I can’t believe he’s two already! I went to Bark & Fitz to get him a special toy, and found the perfect one. Something we’d enjoying playing with together.

Hillary: The chew-toy.

I’m With Stupid - Heh. No shit.

Short leash for Bill (the book cover reads “It Takes a Village: To Do My Hair”)

Good doggy

Harper was in Toronto to speechify the populus. It was nice to see him again, but I think I’m getting too old for these screaming rallies. Or maybe, after the week I’ve had of hiding in the house, standing for two hours in a noisy, crowded, darkened room was a bad idea.

“Legend says that St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland. And last year, you, the grassroots members of the Conservative party, drove the Grits out of Ottawa. Now that’s something worth saying cheers to.”