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

National angst: The country is in the grip of semi-hysterical embarrassment and self-reproach over our paucity of medals at the Smoglympics. Our medal count so far: nada, diddly, goose eggs, a tally which puts us below such athletic powerhouses as, er, Togo.

Me? I could care less about being medal-less. Like some letter-writers to the National Post, I’m far more agitated about being free speech-less.

Posted by: scaramouche at 10:34 | link | comments

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