Cat bloggers for Harper. . .

And now a message from the Party of Fiscal, ummm, Responsibility...

Just, maybe, not the definition of responsibility they thought they meant. . .

Item: PM orders MPs to flog child care bribe

She tried to break the Internet...

...only broke Photoshop®...

Canada's fight against ebola: Side by side with, ummm... North Korea.

You may have noticed that in the past week, Canada's currently sitting Government Of The Base, By The Base, For The Base, has banned visas from citizens of countries that have ebola outbreaks.

At a guess, it's probably calculated to play well with The Base. Especially in the drear-long, ummm, year-long run-up to what HarperCo is doing its level worst to turn into a tawdry burlesque of an election. I digress. We were talking here about ebola, not elections. Weren't we?

So in only the latest of what's becoming a pretty impressive pile of really badly misinformed — or maybe just plain pandering — sorta-science-y decisions, they've taken a policy cue from, I guess, North Korea. Which, along with those other global intelleckshul heavy-hitters, Gabon, Haiti and Mauritius, has banned travellers from the State of Ebola.

The sole other developed nation that's done it is Australia. Whose prime minister and ours, you will recall, held a like minded mutual butt sniffing and tail wagging session ummm, exceedingly cordial official state visit, back in June.

So we can probably take it as a given that Canada's rigged-on-the-fly visa policy on travelers from ebola-stricken nations was instituted for bad reasons. Given that, it also holds that if we were to look at, say, any intellectually-sound medical evidence, we can call the ban boneheaded for good reasons.

It falls under the aegis of what an editor of one of this country's large financial dailies is pleased to call "junk science". Which in his case, is just about any science with which he personally disagrees for inchoate ideological reasons. And in our case, is just about any policy purporting to appear to be evidence-based, from those clever hyperpartisan children running amok in the prime minister's office. And all of their uncritical mouthpieces.

You could look that up, but you don't have to, because I did it for you.

Sigh. In the hands of the prime minister's office, Canada's science-related policy (using the term ever more loosely as time goes one...) lately looks like a coyote blues standard: if it weren't for bad science, we wouldn't have no science at all. . .

Desperate to leverage the First World War centenary...

...into a political poll bump as a world of Senate unpleasantness and assorted ideological policy failures threatened to come home to roost in his personal office chair, Steverino ordered his fibreglas helmet maker, ummm, hairstylist, to get him rockin' The Full Robert Borden for the big commemoration ceremony.

Then someone told him that Sir Robert had been prime minister at the head of a Union government during the war, and he felt like a very, very foolish Little Trained Economist...

Harper to Con-Vention: "Hey, come into the Kool-Aid Jacuzzi...!"

This weekend, ReformaTory faithful will finally gather in the cold light of post-Hallowe'en Calgary to convene triumphantly eat humble pie and consider their party's dubious future.

They might wonder, with cause, if the floods of biblical proportion (heh) that scrammed the original convention back in May were a dark portent. They might wonder, with cause, whether their god-like leader is actually a tin idol trying to smudge out a long series of sizable fibs with the kind of linguistic technicalities that allow him to think to his own self that he's still telling something resembling the truth. They might wonder, with cause, why, the tighter the PM squeezes down on message control the more crap squirts out between his fingers. They might wonder, with cause, why the hell the wheels are grinding off of their deadly bus. They might wonder, with cause, whether the foundation of their strong stable Conservative majority, ummm, moral certitudes, is become purest runny Jello.

They might. Some of the more prominent rats in and around the old blue machine are blinking nervously in the harsh glare of unaccustomed daylight. But they have not quite yet broken into full disorderly retreat. I digress. Slightly.

So it seems more likely that most of The Base may grudgingly accept their leaders' slightly sweaty and trembling invitation to ignore that distracting senate scandal (among myriad others...) and take a flying leap long, warm bubbly soak in the party's patented Kool-Aid Jacuzzi. And feel free to drink a little of it. Actually a lot.

It may help those base delegates to ignore the even baser clouds of flying monkeys in short pants PMO kids. who will be frantically trying to winch together both their crumpled leader's mojo and the tattered curtain that they would really, really like to be shrouding the unpleasantness of Duffster*uck.

It might work. . . because, you know, those amoral, lying lefties ain't fit to run the country.

On the other hand, they might just be left with a bad aftertaste, and the nagging suspicion that 'somebody' very senior in the Prime Minister's Office has been peeing copiously into the hot tub, all along. . .

They might.

Coyote injures nose