Pooper scoopers

I never knew I'd write not one, but two consecutive posts about a) what comes out of a puffin's asshole b) where said puffin puts it and c) what this says about the state of Canadian politics today. Granted, this is in contrast to the state of American politics today, where the main preoccupation is what a Republican senator wants to put into his asshole.

So, as Susan Delacourt explains in a thoughtful piece in the Sunday Star today, Iggy was joking. And whether this was actually funny or not at the time--Delacourt swears it was, although I reserve my right to skepticism on this count--the bloody national media thought it would far more entertaining to act like this was some sort of earnest proposition, and run the story accordingly.

Canadian journalists who bitch constantly about how Canadian politics is boring, take heed: it is shit (har, har) like this on your part that makes it so. If a politician can't crack a joke--even, as the case may or may not be, a weak one--without it turning into a damaging three-day-long media circus rife with undertones of simmering Liberal leadership feuding, they, well, won't.