Come to sunny Kabul;
mind the land mines.
Taking a page from T.O., the good people of Kabul, whose tourism industry is even harder hit than our own, have invited Peter Mansbridge to host The National news live from Afghanistan all next week. But proving cagier than us, nobody in that crumbling capital is offering the CBC any cash to get its flack-in-a-flak-jacket to come on down.
Con man O'Brien takes T.O.
Conan O'Brien, apparently the funniest man alive, is looking more like the con artist in The Music Man preying on dumb yokels as he breezes through a fawning, frozen town desperate for laughs. The Barenaked Ladies' If I Had Million Dollars will be dripping with irony if they sing it tomorrow at the Elgin Theatre. Conan's got our million dollars to finance efforts to boost his show's sweeps ratings and then jack up the ad rates on Late Night so poor ole NBC won't have to go to bed hungry.
More McGuinty merde
Truth-challenged Dalton McGuinty's purported push for public input for his "Where the hell am I gonna find $5 billion?" budget is typically false. He stacked the first session with Liberal hacks who regularly stuff public meetings. He's scrambling for public complicity to bring in a Mike Harrisesque agenda and blame the citizens for doing it. "This isn't a government by public opinion," an aide ominously announced at the start of the sessions designed to seek, you know, public opinion.
Crown clown now a judge
So the system works. The crown prosecutor who twice tried to get Guy Paul Morin convicted for a crime he didn't commit is being rewarded. Crown prosecutor Susan MacLean has been appointed to the Ontario Court of Justice - a judge - despite her refusal to accept Morin's innocence even after DNA testing cleared him. Maybe prosecutors of Donald Marshall and David Milgaard were already busy.
Timberlake's tawdry tit talk
Despite the vilification of Janet Jackson, there were so many big-time boobies at the Grammies that they should have been called the Mammies. Thought Justin Timberlake was going to launch another wardrobe malfunction on the busty blond seated beside him until we found out she was his mother. And where were those SARSstock water-bottle tossers when Timberlake gave his pathetic, please-keep-buying-my-records apology for Titgate?