Harper: “You like handcuffs?”

Funny, misogynistic, or simply an awful mental image? You be the judge. I think it really puts the icing on the cake for this week’s coverage, a cake that has landed anywhere but where it was intended. In week one, his campaign managed to poop on whatever dignity left in Canadian politics, overdose on partisanship steroids, and topped it all off with a seductive pickup line to all those female voters. This week has been anything but scripted. Even fiction writers would not be able to make this stuff up. Its so bizzar that it could only happen in real life. Yet the majority of Canadians seem to be on a different channel. After all, the last days of summer are quickly expiring like an open milk bottle. Memories of summer vocations are still fresh in the mind. But, all that is about to change. Soon, the wind will start blowing and the leafs will start falling. The wind will blow in election fever hyped both south and north. The fever will only have one remedy, one cure. It will be written on the chest of Paris Hilton: