All Bets Are Off!

skdadl over at clan pogge relates the sad tale of retarded boy and his big mouth. The utterly unremarkable Agriculture Minister of Canada's Brand Spankin' New North Star Ultra-Government has debagged the cat. The otherwise deservedly unheard of Gerry Ritz has had himself a wee snit. It seems that in the rush to repair things unbroken by fucking them up for no good reason, Gerry was rebuffed by the Canadian Wheat Board chair Ken Ritter. Ritter sent Ritz packing and refused further talks on barley, citing a lack of common ground. In other words, he didn't want to sit in a room with one of Stevie's destructive goobers and watch his efforts be put asunder.

Minister Ritz' responded with the quote of the year, "When we come back with a majority, then all bets are off."



Thanks for making that clear Gerry. It should be noted that Gerry hails from a sleepy little town called Delisle, famous spawning ground for intellectual roadkill and the home the Canadian right's most hawtest bigot (and she's like got a bike which is so wicked).

Let's not forget these words any time soon:

"When we come back with a majority, then all bets are off."

I'm sure L'il Evil Stevie will be so not impressed by this policy disclosure that he'll poop in one of Stockie's wet suits. L'il Evil doesn't like his agenda being exposed and waggled about for all the world to see. After all, what's the point of having a malicious and destructive master plan when some manure huffer with chromosomal damage let's one slip in public. The halls of the Pictures of Stevie, er, Parliament will no doubt ring with the squeals of the minister as Stevie and his pet bully boy Baird paddle his fanny. Conservatives understand that discipline comes from the business end of a paddle. They's funny that way.



Somebody won't be a happy L'il fella...
"When we come back with a majority, then all bets are off."

Yeah Gerry, that's what I thought you said.

(miniStevie pic swipe from Treehugger)