Words to live by.
I always mean what I say, unless it’s pure snark.
Often it is snark, but those who are not snark challenged usually know the difference. Conservatives usually confuse my snark, because….well. They have no funny bones. "Getting" humour takes intelligence and the ability to extrapolate.
But as most bloggers and friends that know me will tell you?
Pale, ain’t no diplomat.
Unlike some in the right wingo-sphere, I would also know when to STFU.
(Oh, I don’t have anything mean to say about Jack. I got my licks in when he was still with us, as is proper….And my respect for the man stands in many other things.)
In the last days much has been said about the passing of Jack Layton, from tribute to just gawd-awful hatred.
The Globe and Mail waded in with what I thought was a very nice column . Tributes through social media, and the outpouring of grief that is most evident with candle vigils and gatherings across Canada.
And then they outed the other bunch.