Only in Canada would a former Prime Minister go to the trouble of showing us his balls. And, of course, putting Prime Minister My preternaturally suspicious mind predicts the A-bomb of this scandal still hasn't been dropped yet, but it's coming, and it won't come until the current PM has testified. Wanna bet? The loser has to fondle the ex-PM's balls in public.
(It would have to be the ex-PM's. The current one seems to have lost his since he launched the castle-coup.)
This blog has to ask, though: Isn't it astonishing that these guys used to be in the same party? The intensity of this internecine warfare-- once thought ended when Chretien stepped down and Martin installed his own team-- is incredible, and it's all-but-impossible to view this inquiry as a genuinely probative exercise. You can practically see these guys, on both sides, steaming from their ears and chafing at their necks. You've got to hand it to the Liberals: when they fight among themselves, they fight-- like alley cats for chicken bones. Mewwww!
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