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Notes from a bemused canuck



The cartoon mentions Harper, but it’s also applicable for the right-wing nutjob contingent in the US.


Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

To oil or not to oil? To US or to Euro? To growth or to bonds? Those are the questions….