He Doesn't Know His Own Power
Wee Gordie's done it again.
The Preem gets all hot and bothered listening to a kids chorus in Newfoundland last year. He invites them all to sing at the Games.
They rehearse 92 hours a day, 22 days a week for the last 12 months. The parents raise travel money and so on. Expectations are high.
Of course, The Number One Bonehead had no authority to invite these children to cross the street. The deal is off. There never was a deal. The kids are going nowhere.
Who the hell does he think he is anyway? The IOC? VANOC?
You're just the Premier, Gord, Get over it.
Now, he doesn't have egg on his face.
He's plastered with a great coast-to-coast fritatta.
Nice going.
1 comment:
I am from NL and I've been to the Conne River reserve to teach on occasion - the people are wonderful. I've been to a number of places when I was involved in offering corporate training services in computers and I've yet to find a place as warm and friendly as Conne River was to me. They opened their homes, their community centre, invited me to a band council meeting and gifted me with a lovely pair of moccassins. When I heard that your Premier did this, I was utterly disgusted and angry. No it isn't because they are native and deserve a leg up or that they treated me nicely - I am upset that after investing their time and energy in being excellent in their singing Gordo figures he don't need them, offers no real reason why and abandons them like last nights hooker - this callous decision is nothing more than a harsh kick in the short and curlies. Shame on him.
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