Um ... what?
The fight over mail-outs from MPs known as "10-percenters" heated up on Parliament Hill Wednesday, as the Conservatives chose to ignore a vote to ban the flyers -- only to have the PMO later endorse the principle behind the initiative.
At which point Stephen Harper hung Con MP Steven Fletcher out to dry, then bit the head off a live kitten. Or something.
JESUS, BUT STEVEN FLETCHER IS A DISHONEST DOUCHEBAG. I'm getting seriously tired of these asinine refutations that deliberately misrepresent someone's point of view. Here's Fletcher:
"On the issue of the ten percenters, I do not know what the party opposite has against freedom of speech."
Fuck you, Steven, that's not the argument and you know it. By way of analogy, let me suggest what might get the point across. If I happen to run into Steven Fletcher at some point, I will start beating him soundly with a baguette. If he complains, I will respond:
"What's the problem, Steven? What do you have against physical fitness? This is an extremely aerobic activity, good for my cardiovascular. And if I vary the stroke, I can work various muscle groups as well. For instance, if I pummel you around the head and shoulders, I'm exercising my lats and delts. Lower down, those all-important abs and obliques. And if I put the baguette aside and simply hoof you in the nads over and over, well, let's not overlook the benefit to my gluts and quads. So, really, Steven, why are you so adamantly opposed to physical fitness?"
I'm thinking, though, that Fletcher is way too stupid to understand the point I would be making. Not that I'd care.