Bud: The soap opera has turned into ER

Along with many Canadians, I await with bated breath the next medical emergency. There were the cancer-stricken Chatters, Stinson and Cadman, joined by Jim Karygiannis. Poor Jim was so excited that he suffered a heart attack--no, only severe heartburn. He rose from his hospital bed to fight another day. Code red! Code blue!--d**n! I can never remember which is the crashing life sign, but then Carolyn Parrish seemed to be on one of them. Reports circulated that she had come down with something serious. One rumour. that the problem was acute appendicitis, another that she has been poisoned by the CIA for her Bush stomping. Always the drama queen, she promised to attend the crucial vote. How selfless a woman.

Will Peter MacKay die of a broken heart? Will Belinda's leap-frogging into cabinet over the old warhorses induce strokes? Would failure to have taken the new medicine for weak bladders cancel out a vote or two? It is hard to stand for the vote, when in a bathroom stall. Oh, it was a day when a triage tent should have been set up in the foyer of the House of Commons?

© Bud Talkinghorn--I have taken my baby aspirin and high blood pressure meds in preparation for the coming rollercoaster ride.


Oh, Paul, it was indeed a Pyrrhic victory. There will be a merry ride when all comes out . . . not through Gomery but through decent citizens who are outraged. NJC

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