Now what's all the fuss about?

"Oh, fiddle de de dee! Don't I even get a chance to take a bath?"

Yes, well. Some of the comments on Thursday's post take me, with more than a little justification, to task for what may have been an excessively facile argument about the slippery and elastic nature of political labels.

At this point, labels don't matter

Not looking for a big theoretical or semantic foofaraw about partisanship and party affiliation and whether the Liberals, New Democrats, Bloc and Greens can set aside their differences long enough to get rid of the Harpoon Junta.

We ain't gonna have no stinkin' inquiry

I know, I know. The Star's calling for one. The Putz is calling for one. Even a Stun writer is calling for one.

Why aren't Canadian media types paying more attention to Wisconsin?

What Fern Hill said (why should thwap have all the fun?).

How thoughtless of me

A postscript to an earlier entry: in my haste to suggest that the Toronto Police were simply using the G20 as an excuse to lash out at anyone they deemed insufficiently abject, I neglected to provide any meaningful context.

Why this blog has the name it has

Check out this piece of jernamalism from CTV. Not only can they not tell Queen and Spadina from King and Bay – they juxtapose the Nathalie Des Rosiers interview with the same old same old footage of the burning police car, over and over.

G20, police wilding, and the Dawgmeister's Nazi-vision post

So I finished watching the fifth estate documentary about the G20 (kindly posted by Dr. Dawg), and now that the initial rush of rage has subsided, let's talk Godwin for a minute.