Too many in this gutless world have come under the impression that Canadian filmmakers are a race of finks, queers and candy asses to be bilked and bullied. It should be noted, therefore, in the public interest, that some of us possess guns. Especially out West. Other artists, it is said, tend to enjoy violence for its on sake, and feel that a good fight, with the inevitable destruction of nearby equipment and furniture, is nearly as fine for the nerves as a quart of Bushmills Irish Whiskey. Here are two things that have crawled through my thick skull as I head into the weekend:
1 - The Roughriders will win on Sunday. Ron Lancaster's ghost will haunt the field and the Lions will feel dumber than Bush for having opened their cake-holes before the game.
2 - The only good thing that can come out of this election is the demise of Dion. Why this party chose such a bizarre and incomprehensible bobble-doll is beyond me.
Have fun, eat hotdogs and drink beer. It's the last offical weekend of Summer.
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