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Shorter Maurice Vellacott: it's not 'prostitution' when a man does it

I love it when the dailies do that tongue-in-cheek reporting thing:

Most Conservatives were furious last year when Belinda Stronach moved to the Liberals and took a cabinet job.

Saskatchewan Conservative MP Maurice Vellacott, who said Ms. Stronach was prostituting herself, described Mr. Emerson carefully yesterday.

"I understand the pragmatism of it," Mr. Vellacott said. "But to be honest, I feel a bit uneasy about it."

Vellacott has every right to feel "uneasy", given that in 1995 he was a Liberal candidate in Saskatchewan's provincial election, before switching to the federal Reform party in 1997.   Of course, maybe his turncoat-itis doesn't really count because a) he has a penis and b) he was never elected as a Liberal.  In fact, it wasn't until he switched to Reform that he was elected to public office at all.

Remember exactly what Vellacott said?  After Stronach defected from the Conservatives in May 2005, Vellacott accounted for her actions with a dismissive, "people prostitute themselves for different costs or different prices. She sold out for a cabinet position," later backpedaling by claiming that prostitutes weren't necessarily female and that no one would've minded if he were talking about a man.

I guess I see Vellacott's point.  I mean, it's not cronyism when you ask not to be given a cabinet position:

Saskatoon MP Maurice Vellacott has penned an open letter to Stephen Harper asking for a "modest" role in his new Conservative government.

It's not unusual for members of a new government to publicly seek their desired roles as the cabinet is being built, but Vellacott has taken it one step further by putting his requests on paper and distributing it publicly.

In his two-page letter, Vellacott says he'd prefer to be appointed either a vice-chair or chair of the human resources, aboriginal affairs, foreign affairs or health committees.

Vellacott's concern was that a cabinet post would prevent him from "speaking his mind on certain issues such as ethnic outreach, marriage, family and life":

"Because I'm an avowed fiscal conservative, but also a social conservative ... I don't know to what extent a more senior role would tie my hands on certain foundational issues for our country," Vellacott writes.

He says he's open to being the deputy speaker someday, but only if that does not prevent him from advocating on behalf of his constituents.

Of course, no one is really sure what "ethnic outreach" is, and that whole "life as a certain issue" thing is a bit tautological, but none of that really matters. As weird as a public issuing of his requested assignments was, Vellacott's actually done the country a favour by taking himself out of the decision-making pool, given that he's an anti-choice, anti-day care, anti-same-sex marriage, anti-gun control, pro-shame, rabidly paranoid Godbag.

It was Vellacott, don't forget, that accused - in a press release - his electoral rival Chris Axworthy of "practicing the black arts of politics" and hiring "his friend George Laliberte" to slander  Vellacott on-air with accusations of sexual assault.  While the call was traced to Axworthy's campaign office, Vellacott's "evidence" for Laliberte's involvement consists solely of an anonymous tip from someone "100% certain" that the voice heard was Laliberte's.  This, it appears, is enough for the litigation-prone Vellacott to justify slandering someone else.

So, in addition to being an anti-choice, anti-day care, anti-same-sex marriage, anti-gun control, pro-shame, rabidly paranoid Godbag, Maurice Vellacott is a defaming, self-serving, uncharitable (and hence, definitively unchristian) hypocrite. 

And to protect myself from similar accusations of uncharity, I end with a note that despite his considerable slipperiness as a politician and general anti-women and anti-logic rhetoric, Vellacott is not purely evil - he's also a strong supporter of midwifery in Saskatchewan.

Turnabout is foreplay

...sorry, that should read FAIRplay.  Sheesh. I don't know where my mind is.

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Encouraged by his new colleagues, David Emerson demonstrates the proper gesture to accompany the phrase "I'd hit it."

Oh-ho! So in a direct mirroring of Belinda Stronach's crossing of the floor last May, former Liberal cabinet minister David Emerson has just defected to a Conservative cabinet post as Minister of International Trade!  How much do you want to bet that no one will be calling him an "attractive dipstick" or critiquing what he does tonight in celebration of his cleverly self-serving political manoeuvre? No newspaper shall print a detailed analysis of his divorces, nor blame his father's money for his success, nor discuss what he chose to wear on his first day of the House, no sir.  This is a man, after all, and his penile privilege protects him from such puerile imputations as those that are easily thrust upon the inferior female who dares do something other than what she's told.

Ah, I love the smell of patriarchy in the morning.

Monday miscellany

Did you know...

...that the National Post is now helpfully offering a weekly column to detail the astonishing ways that men and women are different?  Check out this shining beacon of infomatic wisdom that in no way implies that the sex responsible for the bulk of domestic activity is inferior:

While vacuuming, men usually push the vacuum cleaner back and forth in straight sweeps, but women usually push the vacuum clearer in a more erratic path.

...that George Clooney's penis does a remarkable Groucho Marx impression...

...that the new planet discovered at the farthest reaches of our solar system has been nicknamed "Xena" after the best ass-kicking heroine of all time...

...that its moon is named "Gabrielle"...

...that, after a 10-year delay, Australian senators are finally moving to get RU 486, 'the abortion pill', approved...

...that the Rolling Stones, authors of "Cocksucker Blues," saw their halftime performance at the Superbowl edited to remove a reference to a "male chicken," but not their explicit allusion to oral sex...

...BMW's been given a "Google Death Penalty" for trying to screw with the search provider's data collection...?

Well, now you do.

Mood music

as rendered by a particularly astute Ipod.

Explain it to me ~ Liz Phair
Away with the pixies ~ Ben Lee
Don't leave me on my own ~ Chris Issak
Heroes ~ David Bowie
Everywhere ~ Bran Van 3000
No beginning no end ~ Hawksley Workman
I would die for you ~ Jann Arden
Float on ~ Modest Mouse
The phone call ~The Pretenders
Like I love you ~ Bell X1
The winner takes it all ~ Abba

Hey, it beats therapy.

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    My love for the Norton Critical Edition knows no bounds of decorum, what with the footnotes handily dangling at the bottom of the page, the effective but not-excessive use of white space and the pages and pages of charming formalist criticism handily excerpted for one's edifying pleasure, and this fine specimen is not only crammed with the verses of Carew and Herrick and Shirley and Waller and Suckling, but the Benniest of Bens himself. Aaaaaah.
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    Margaret Atwood: Strange Things : The Malevolent North in Canadian Literature (Clarendon Lectures in English Literature)
    Right to the frosty tips of my Maritime 'burg nestles the omnipresent appreciation of all things Canadian - lest not forget, 'natch, that this is Lower Canada, first founded, settled by those who settled and therefore most appropriate dwelling-place for some serious CanLitticism on a chilly eve - a hunger best feasted with the reigning Empress of post-Dominion Culture, here her own splendid Wendigo-fed self most engaging with a bemused discussion of the particular neuroses provoked by our frozen mythoscape that are so lovingly delineated by myriad earnest PhD dissertations from sea to sea to sea.

  • Candace Savage: Crows : Encounters with the Wise Guys

    Candace Savage: Crows : Encounters with the Wise Guys
    Seduced by the caw of the wild that blankets the UNB campus with a murderous cacophany of harbingers of death at the same time every fall, I put this on my Chrismas list hoping for some new insight into these amazing creatures that mimic human speech and modified tool use - instead, I found surprizingly mediocre musings on evolutionary biology from an unqualified, underresearching hack writer made bearable only by a bevy of lovely photographs and images of our witty black-feathered bretheren.

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