Craziness, I Tell Ya

My manhood is just getting stomped on here at work, so I have been a blogslacker over the past week. Mom enjoyed the Capital, but seems to have been desensitized to Canada's mind-boggling bigness after nearly a decade of living on a 25 square mile rock in the middle of the ocean. I think I recall her asking if Vancouver was about a four hour drive west of here. Eeeyeah, four days maybe.

1) I'm liking this lawyer's cheek for hoisting the state on its own bilingual petard. Sometimes, you've got to fight the government on its own terms, and before any of you taxpayers get up in this guy's grill for being "selfish" and costing the City potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars, you might want to redirect your ire towards the whole principle of a law that required traffic signs to display orders in both English and French. Think about the "selfish" interests motivating the crusaders who brought that legal straightjacket down in the first place.

2) I wish this shitbag had attempted his carjacking stunt down in one of those "concealed carry" states. Might have made Kim's Dept. of Righteous Shootings.

3) And finally (for now), Road Ragin' Radley Balko serves up a wonderful collection of Mencken quotes, proving that the man would be just as lucid a pundit in 2004 as 1924. If cloning and DNA research eventually give us the ability to raise the dead, I humbly suggest that the three people our messed up modern world need back the most are Ayn Rand, Mencken and...Chris Farley.
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