Lat night my husband told me that apparently, Ms. Pamela Anderson wants a meeting with the Prime Minister. She wishes to discuss the seal hunt.
I looked it up this morning, and sure enough Ms. Anderson is hoping for an audience with the Prime Minister on Sunday, after she has finished hosting the Juno awards.
Lucky for us, Harper is in Mexico, looking after such minor details as the softwood lumber issue. (As an aside, the article mentions they went to Chichen Itza. I've been there. It's cool.)
I really he hope he doesn't meet with Anderson. Who does she think she is? You don't just get a private audience with the Prime Minister because you are a celebrity. If he has to have an audience with her, then he has to have an audience with any other yahoo that walks in.
And by the way, why are you stuck on the seal hunt? Is it because they are cute? Why not wail in torment of the daily "slaughter" of the helpless cockroach, termite or earthworm? Did you know earthworms are sacrificed by the millions so that red necks everywhere can go fishing? And speaking of fishing, how do you think the fish feel, with a hook barbarously driven through their lips? Indeed, every summer they are dragged from their homes in lakes and rivers by just such a hook, so mercilessly placed, and then thrown onto frying pans! Such an end! Oh the poor perch!