...born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad

More Ceeb shtick: Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s funding the Ceeb—Canadian taxpayers or Saudi Arabia. This evening, for example, the Ceeb frames the ruckus in China as being a matter of Muslim “separatists” desiring to, um, separate (so much easier to wrap one's noggin around than the reality of its being one of dots in the larger global scheme). And in another instance of useful idiocy, the Ceeb has gone into paroxysms of grief over the death of a Palestinian poet probably few Canadians had ever heard about before his untimely demise. (He died in the U.S. following heart surgery.) We know the death of Mahmoud Darwish, a “nationalist” chased out of his “homeland” by the Jews, must be a big deal,  since it elicits lengthy coverage, including a report from the scene of his funeral. On Ceeb radio news, Middle East correspondent Margaret Evans is using her soft voice, the one with the catch in it, the one she reserves for the discussion of poor, put upon Palestinians chased away from their homes by dastardly Jews—so you can tell she’s really broken up. And as if Maggie’s soggy, lachrymose reflections aren’t enough, there’s a whole new round of lamentation for the Great One on radio show As It Happens.

My word. From the way the Ceeb is going on, you would think Leonard Cohen had bought it or something.

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