Where's Jay Currie's Blog gone to?

What happened to Jay Currie's Blog? He's a great source for Canadian Hi-jinks, but a trek to his site states that the Account is Suspended.

I, personally, hope this is temporary or that I'm just too daft to realize he has a new site somewhere. Of course, he has a tendency to slap the Canadian Human Rights Commissions around...and rightly so. But, they would never stoop to censorship...*snort*

No one tells me nutin'.

UPDATE: Back in operation after remembering to pay the piper...

Canadian Quandary...

If Obama screws up the American health care system, where the Hell are Canadians supposed to go?

Heh...Kate at Small Dead Animals always makes me laugh...and cry.

Liberal MP Belinda Stronach, who is battling breast cancer, travelled to California last June for an operation that was recommended as part of her treatment, says a report.

Seems a tad hypocritical...and ironic.

"I'm a born-bred Canadian, as well as my daughter and son, and I'm ashamed," Jill Irvine told FOX News. Irvine's daughter, Carri Ash, is one of at least 40 mothers or their babies who've been airlifted from British Columbia to the U.S. this year because Canadian hospitals didn't have room for the preemies in their neonatal units.

Seems a tad sad and...well...unconscionable. But...worry not, Kate.

There's always Mexico!!!

There is one significant risk, however. Malpractice insurance is one reason that US care is so expensive. In Mexico, there are no laws governing malpractice; if something goes wrong in your surgery, you do not have the right to sue your doctor in Mexico. So, the cost is less, but the risk is significantly more.

Come on....DOUBLE SIXES !!!!

Do I look fat in this dress? YES!!!! YOU'RE HUGE!!!!

If you have been following the escapades up in Canada concerning the application of selective censorship via the Human Rights Commissions (Canadian Inquisition), this particular post by Ezra Levant will stir your irony bone. There’s an unwritten rule of the Court room adhered to by most competent attorneys. You never ask a question of a witness to which you, yourself, do not know the answer.

Similarly, you don’t ask someone if the dress makes your butt look big, if you aren’t willing to accept the truth.

"FAT ASS MIKE"

TORONTO — An obese inmate who goes by the nickname "Big Mike" has been granted early parole because a Canadian prison could not accommodate his 430-pound frame.

If you could see me, you would note that my head is sort of tilted in contemplation, my eyes are a bit squinted in consideration, and one eyebrow is raised in confusion.

"A former chef, Lapointe was arrested on drug-related charges in 2006. In February 2008, he pleaded guilty to all of his charges. At the time of his arrest, Lapointe weighed 375 pounds.

Defense lawyer Clemente Monterosso said the prison's poor diet caused his client to gain more than 50 pounds."

Ohhhhhh...OK...I get it. "Sort of Big Mike" got pinched for drugs. He went to prison and became "BIGGER MIKE." A couple broken toilet seats later, the parole board gives him a "get out of jail free card" because the plumbing, food, and folding chair fund was suffering drastically. Either that, or a fat guy was complaining because they were giving him a lot of food to eat (which is hard to...ahem...swallow).

Patience...here's the kicker:

The two-officer board stressed that Lapointe was not violent and did not pose a risk to society.
Lapointe will have to follow a series of conditions, such as finding a job and staying away from bars. He will also have to meet with a parole officer on a regular basis over the next three months.

Nope...not a risk to society, unless you come between him and a cheeseburger. Who wants to bet that "BIG ASS MIKE" reads the conditions of the parole to include staying away from salad bars? Who thinks that "VOLUMINOUS MIKE" will lose weight now that he is out of the clink? Who thinks that "TUBBY MIKE" slapped on all that extra fat on purpose so that he could use the self-imposed unhealthy condition to secure release, then stay indoors on the couch eating Funions with the knowledge that, should he choose to, he could actually go outside instead of just staring with a sugar-glazed gape to the uncut grass outside his mom's flat?

Who thinks the Toronto Parole Board should have required two push-ups from "MASSIVE MIKE THE COLOSSAL SLOTH" as a final condition of parole.