"You Don't Say...."

      This blog doesn't know what's funnier: the "no-shit-Sherlock" response the substance of this article demands, or the insipid justification that's now being attached to it.   Quoth The Dalton: "I'd rather be accused of being overly ambitious for Ontarians, rather than side with the cynics who will tell you that you can't really make a difference."   (Quoth The Doctor: "Blathermore, blathermore.")   The only thing more cynical than McGuinty's patronizing, though sadly successful, "we'll assure you a rose garden, a kitchen sink and every orgasm you ever want"-campaign strategy is this rancid claim of Quixotic nobility.   Who knew treacle could be so phosphorous?