Guest Commentator Mason Baveux

(I’m too damn busy to write this week, so I’ve enlisted the help of a guest writer, the esteemed Mason Baveux, to fill in.  He’s quite insightful.)

Dave asked me to write about Tibet and the Olympics this week, but about all I could come up with is that the International Olympic Committee knew that China was crapping all over the mountain top in Tibet.  Juan-Tony Sandwichshop was the yutz who signed off on giving the Olys to a bunch of nut crushers and jackbooters in 2001.  Big friggin surprise now that the Red Army is taking Tibetans away for a chat that involves a beat down then a round in the back a tha head.

The suckage starts when pissants start talking ’bout boycotting the Olys to ‘express their displeasure’ about the new Oly sport of "Monk Beating".  You shoulda expressed your displeasure in 2001.  It wasn’t like we didn’t know China was a bunch a bastards back then. 

I’m not gonna miss the games tho.  I like the balance beam when they miss getting on right and bash some face on her.

Politics:  A bunch of shiite, north or south of the border.  She’s coming down to a choice of Johnny Mac or Barrack Obama.  One is crazy and the other is just dumber than a box of hammers.  If Johnny Mac wins, I betcha a large double double they invade someplace ’cause Johnny Mac wakes up on the wrong side of the bed with a hate-on for Peru.  Friggin Perunians.  Is is Lima or Leema?  I dunno. 

Up here, we got more of the same.  Canadian Primo Steve-O Harper is runnin the joint like his own personal bible study class in Alberta.  He pulls his head outta his arse long enough to tell us nothing.  Eff that!

Curling:  We’re gonna clean up. 

Hockey:  Friggin Leafs are golfing early.  Last time the Leafs was in the playoffs was in 1803.  Every time I go by the Hockey Hall of Fame, I wanna cry.  At least they got Terry Sawchuck’s mask in the Hall.

Donuts:  The price of Dutchies is up.  Seems the price of wheat is up nine one-thousandth of a cent, so they raise the price of Dutchies by a quarter!  What the hell is that all about? 

Lights off for a hour:  Frig that!  I’m turning them all on for a hour between 8 and 9 tonight.  Then I’ll fire up the welder.  You save the energy and I’ll watch the Curling on TV.  I might unscrew the lightbulb in the beer fridge for an hour.

Spring:  I can smell the dogcrap thawing out in the park.  Must be spring.