High on Mount Krumpet...

… Harper, er, I mean the Grinch, on his throne in his cave high above Whoville, opps, I mean Ottawa is continuing to scheme his schemes, plot his plots and destroy not only Christmas but pretty much every aspect of democracy in Canada…

Lets see...

--‘We won't touch Income Trusts.’ (Until we're elected)

--‘We will only have General Elections every 4 years, by law.’ (But we'll break our own law when we THINK it's to our advantage)

-- ‘All votes in the House will be votes of Confidence.’ (But we can't win the vote so during the largest economic crisis in decades we Prorogue Parliament for 6 weeks)

-- ‘We want to reform the Senate and make all appointments by election.’ (But because we already Prorogued Parliament we're just gonna force through 18 new Senators based SOLELY on political Affiliation)


Well Bravo Dictator Grinch! You're nothing but a walking, talking pile of lies, deceit and unbridled hypocrisy.

To Quote Dr. Seuss:

"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crockodile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.

The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce."