If I only had a brain!

Comrade Bob doing Mt Rushmore Impression. He is available for parties!

The federal Liberal party continues to hurtle along the tracks to replace Stephane Dion, (no relation to the talented Celine Dion, Marcel Dion, or Dion DiMucci,) with the rehabilitated Comrade Bob Rae, (no relation to the talented Corrine Bailey Rae, Martha Rae, or Rae Dawn Chong.)

The only chance this could help the Liberal party is if rehabilitated means brain-transplanted. Actually, that implies there was a brain to replace, and I'm not sure that's the case.

Why are the Liberals so ecstatic to have a leader-in-waiting who has a history of stupendous failure? Simple! He is the best candidate in the party! That's like being the best jackass in the Queen's Plate! (Kentucky Derby for Americans, Daytona 500 for Rednecks.)

Among Liberals he is an intellect. Comrade Bob even wrote the ditty We're in the Same Boat Now.

Some folks come here yesterday, Some folks come from far away,Whether yesterday or far away, We're in the same boat now.

The song doesn't mention up which creek the boat is, nor the fact that the boat sank. But, hey, this is art not reality! (Comrade Bob has the usual socialist's problem with reality.) Ontario is still mucking out the mess Comrade Bob left. But he thinks he just needs a larger budget and a little more regulation to make things right!

After the cataclysm in Ontario, Comrade Bob slunk off to do some navel gazing. Would he decide to write more songs of the collective? Alas no, for as sophomoric and inane as Comrade Bob's songs are, they aren't fatal. (OK! I have heard of one fatality but the idiot listened to the song for an hour!) No, Comrade Bob has set his sights on the Prime Minister's Office and the destruction of Canada!

Only 40% of the voters in Comrade Bob's riding understood him. The other 60% voted for him! Talk about candidates for rehabilitation!

Comrade Bob says he's a Liberal now but he still spouts the usual commie stuff, despite the closeout of the USSR, the near collapse of Ontario on his watch, and the impending implosion of Sweden! He must have received Donald C. MacDonald's old brain in the transplant operation.

With Comrade Bob, it's the same old song. No matter whose brain he's using.

Milton Friedman never wrote a song, but he does make sense!