Some candidates get skewered during election campaigns. Others get stuck on spits and have apples shoved in their mouths. This weeks's porcine victim: Dianne Haskett, Conservative candidate in London-North-Centre, rotisseried to a sweet and succulent delicacy--- with a maple-glaze, of course--- by that roilsome and rapscallionly roast-master, Rick Mercer. Mmmm, I love the smell of Tory in the morning....
(Ms Haskett running in a bi- by-election? How appropriate....)
I actually laughed out loud at your post!
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Could almost have been written by a descendant of the Irish Dean. Juvenal would have been proud. As for the smell of roast Ahem, ahem! Do not, I beg you, follow these people in abusing the fine old name of Tory. They are third-rate Victorian Liberals, and would know a Tory if he bit them (as he would) in the face.
ReplyDeleteSorry, that should have been Not know a Tory if he bit them. Unles he told them, of course.
ReplyDeleteHad to use "Tory," RK: "Conservative" has too many syllables. ;-)
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