Looking across the border this week from my Johnny Canuck bully pulpit, I was reminded why the supposed democratic ‘holding to account’ cited as the US Senate confirmation hearings constitutional rationale is the ultimate political pant load. Thank God for our good old Canadian patronage appointments in similar circumstances – ones done mostly behind closed doors, pure as the driven slush, after you catch an eyeful of this Capitol Hill bozo brigade.… [Read more]
Nothing fries the circuits of the proud, ostensibly principled American progressive psyche to the same degree of fricassee as the Right (Troglodyte Division) in its fullest and finest bellow. From my safe, snowball throwing perch on the Canadian south coast, I read, mark, and inwardly digest the US presidential campaign detritus flung northward. I am constantly amazed at how readily Democrats rise to the bait cast so effortlessly by the baying conservative sportsmen.… [Read more]
“Many a small thing has been made large by the right kind of advertising.”
~Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court
And ‘twere ever thus, Mark Twain. With PBS as my portal, the strange, almost surrealistic Republican National Convention rolled across the digital infinity. One might be tempted to end this piece before it begins, with the obvious: “what sitting President with a pulse could lose a game of jacks, let alone his office to these conflicted maroons”, and let the loyal BNV readership return to its knitting.… [Read more]
When I was a kid, the 4th of July always meant that me and the other neighborhood kids got to run in wild circles with sparklers in our hands as the summer sun went down, Dad grilling burgers in the back yard, American flags waving and snapping in the breeze, thick slices of cold watermelon and the “oooohs” and “aaaaahhhhs” of the fireworks show in the local park.… [Read more]
