The Grinch Who Stole Democracy

You're a mean one, Mr. Harper.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Harper.

You're a bad politician
With virtually no appeal.

You're a dictator, Mr. Harper.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of schemes,
You've got meglomania in your soul.
Mr. Harper.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

Lazy Sunday Pop Culture Post 2

It's that time of year again, when Canadians in one snow-bound, jerkwater burg hop on planes and fly to other snow-bound, jerkwater burgs and flop with their families. Count me among them. I'm Edmonton bound tomorrow. Now that's a vacation!

In honour of this most Canuck of holiday traditions, here's a little tune by the sadly defunct Molestics. It's the only song I know of to grapple with this subject.

By the way, I found that mp3 on their abandoned website and also discovered that lead singer Mike Soret has some kind of semi-functioning Molestics blog. Seems he's writing a book about his time in the band. Groovy.