I Woke Up With a Terrible Hangover (Her Name is Kathleen Wynne)--and I Didn't Have Anything to Drink

I was feeling pretty awful last night, coming up with gallows jokes as I laboured to fall asleep. (Sample: What's the difference between the sinking of the Titanic and the outcome of the Ontario election? The answer, of course: the sinking of the Titanic was an accident.) And then the cloud lifted  as I realized that things could be worse. We could, after all, be living in Baghdad, waiting for ISIS to arrive.

Looked at that way...things are still grim here in have-not Ontario. Kathleen Wynne is a dreadful premier with an annoying voice (to me it sounds like squeaky magic marker, if I bother to pay attention, and the wah-wah-wah of Charlie Brown's teacher, if I zone out, as I usually do) who presides over a corrupt government which for over a decade now has lied, cheated, stolen, squandered gazillions of our hard-earned dollars and dug a debt hole which we may never be able to climb out of. But, hey, she apologized for it, and that makes everything alright, right?

I know why the people voted for Wynne's Liberals: because they were convinced that the Tories, the party which hadn't lied, cheated, stolen, squandered gazillions of dollars and pushed us into a bottomless pit, were going to hurt them in an existential way.

How funny is that?

One last joke: What's the difference between Kathleen Wynne and Barack Obama?

Answer: Barack Obama is prettier.

Sorry, much prettier.