It’s a Steyn Globe, After All
“…IT’S A STEYN, STEYN GLOBE!”
“We all too often mistake the nature of those negotiations in Copenhagen,” remarked professor Flannery. “We think of them as being concerned with some sort of environmental treaty. That is far from the case. The negotiations now ongoing toward the Copenhagen agreement are in effect diplomacy at the most profound global level. They deal with every aspect of our life and they will influence every aspect of our life, our economy, our society.”
Hold that thought: “They deal with every aspect of our life.” Did you know every aspect of your life was being negotiated at Copenhagen? But in a good way! So no need to worry. [...]
Two-ply bathroom tissue, according to Allen Hershkowitz of the Natural Resources Defense Council, “is the Hummer of the paper industry.” Oh, and blame Canada, as that’s where most American two-ply comes from: this decadent Dominion is apparently the House of Saud of toilet paper. [...]
At their Monday night poker game in hell, I’ll bet Stalin, Hitler and Mao are kicking themselves: “‘It’s about leaving a better planet to our children?’ Why didn’t I think of that?” This is Two-Ply Totalitarianism—no jackboots, no goose steps, just soft and gentle all the way. Nevertheless, occasionally the mask drops and the totalitarian underpinnings become explicit. Take Elizabeth May’s latest promotional poster: “Your parents f*cked up the planet. It’s time to do something about it. Live Green. Vote Green.” As Saskatchewan blogger Kate McMillan pointed out, the tactic of “convincing youth to reject their parents in favour of The Party” is a time-honoured tradition.
Don’t miss “The Trash Can Who Loved Me” and the Butt-Zapping Toilets–Say, aren’t they opening for Dave Matthews now?
Anyway, read it all from Canada’s noted human rights violators and climate deniers at Macleans.
What-the-hell- UPDATE: Lileks reviews the Butt-Zapping Toilets’ latest album:
[T]his is the last time you will hear about Surinam for a year, unless our stringer is kidnapped – but it’s the one time in the day I listen to music. Loud music. Dare I say crude music. On the way home it may well be a Brahms adagio, but if you want to start your day with enthusiasm, 80s hair metal works. If you enable the “guilty pleasure” mental filter that allows you to simultaneously enjoy it as the elemental ravings of the id and a pre-fab howl crafted by conglomerates to safely channel aggression into the desired consumer behavior.
Plus “House of Frankenstein” movie stills–the perfect compliment to our Halloween hangovers! And by “our hangovers”, I mean, of course, “your hangovers”.
I do, however, have a Sugar Rush.
Say–aren’t they touring with Five For Fighting?
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