Tuesday, April 06, 2010

By jove! ack ack...thud

My least favourite human Blacque Jacques Parizeau is in hospital. Wha happened? Did his waistcoat cut off his breathing? Did he suffocate on errant mustache hairs? Who knows? Oh, the G&M says he's suffering from exhaustion. Not surprising, being a racist a--hole and a thorn in the side of his own party is tiring work.

In the irony department, he is being treated at the Jewish General. Aha. Now, if the good folk at the Jewish are treating him to the best of their abilities, and I have no doubt whatsoever that they are, they are better people than I. (me?) I'd let the windbag suffer.

But that's just me. (I?)

4 comments:

cityofmushrooms said...

by jove indeed

Anonymous said...

Oh, the sadness! Oh, the woe!
For poor ol' Monsieur Parizeau
In the care of our Jewish friends,
His PQ life might very well end.
And if he dies, will we all mourn?
Or rue the day that he was born?
Either way, what I know for sure,
His last meal will be Kosher.

JAW fan

Nanuk of the North, the Mastermind behind [blank] said...

Bravo.

Anonymous said...

for sure and Kosher...it's a stretch but we still loved it!