Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Dear McGuinty and Judas Broten: Your Plan Didn't Work

I think it's probably easier to be a politician than a journalist.  So, I've decided I'm going to run for Prime Minister (Premier, Mayor, Councillor, whichever offers me the most sick days and scandal opportunities).  Who wants to write me a 90k cheque, let me smoke crack, rig elections, and finally destroy your child's future?

I think I'll add drinking and driving to my resume too.

Maybe I should be thankful that I have 365 sick days a year (on a particularly lucky year I get 366).  And maybe the "taxpayers" should be even more thankful that it doesn't even cost them a dime.

Check the story here.

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