If you’re a first timer to ANDSHELAUGHS, it may take you a while to get to the point I’m making.
It may take you an awfully long time indeed my dears, but why don’t you, just for the heck of it, pour yourself a little jigger of Beiber’s reported fave cough syrup concoction, or get a big whiff of crack if you prefer Rob Ford’s poison. After all; monkey-see, monkey-do.
For my regular readers, dive into your coffee, bourbon or bubbly and settle in for a Sunday afternoon re-cap of what made very small headlines this weekend.
That’s it darlings, get cozy.
Being this far into the countdown to the Olympics, we’ve all had a little taste of the skimming-the-top-of-what-it’s-like-to-live-in-homophobic-black-market-Russia. The news business knows that we like a little scandal to go along with the glory of the Olympics.
You know, the once-every-four-year-event that brings the best of amateur athletes to the world stage. Pssst…dont’ tell the NHL about the amateur, non-professional athlete part. Yes, it’s the kind of thing that makes grown men cry.
But why look all the way to cold, socially backward Russia when we have our own little Pan Am Games scandal right here in good old Canaduh? While the Beibs got a full, center spread in the Globe this weekend, the firing of Ian Troop got a lousy 10 inches.
You might want to fill up your glass for this little nugget folks, poor Mr. Troop (according to the Globe article) will receive a paltry $478, 200.00 lump sum as part of his severance package, along with retirement benefits AND medical benefits of $43,100.00.
Now that, my dear Canadians, is a punch in the throat to the millions of folks in this country just trying to get by. We, like the Ukrainians should be rioting in the streets.
You do know about what’s going on in Ukraine don’t you?
What about South Sudan? No?
But I bet you know about old Rob Ford getting a jay-walking ticket in Vancouver though, don’t you?
If this little news exposé has you looking at a map to find Kiev, or wondering how you can use your art to protest our government’s capitalism-gone-rogue reign of terror on real journalism, social programs, health care, and anything that threatens the increasing gap between the rich and the poor, then I have done my job.
If not, please, by all means, enjoy the bliss of your ignorance, and enjoy your cough syrup and crack.