Rose's Cantina

We heard yesterday that Senator Patrick Brazeau, the Canadian alter ego of Mickey Rourke, was resigning. He didn't go to Senator LeBreton and tender his resignation. He didn't send a letter to the prime minister. In his oily style, he announced he was resigning...on Twitter. Apparently, I'm told, it was an April Fool's prank. More like a mewling cry for help or attention. We have two words for the Brazman, as he likes to be called. Grow up. You disrespected your elders in the Senate by showing up for the vote to boot your sorry ass out of a place you rarely sat your bum down in the first place. You -- allegedly -- served your girlfriend a can of whoopass, which landed you in jail. You -- allegedly -- lied about where you live to fleece the Canadian taxpayer. Hence your expulsion from the Senate. You -- allegedly -- made unwanted sexual advances towards your underlings while serving as head honcho at a major aboriginal organization. This after plying ...

Do you think the media is being hard on Senator Patrick Brazeau? Aside from focusing on allegations that he's a wife beater, a child-abandoner and a mysogenist, in addition to being a bad boxer. And calling Chief Theresa Spence fat. Ouch! I'm not talking about his personal life, which is a shambles. I'm talking about his work as a member of the Senate of Canada. So I decided to take a journey into the heart of darkness, into the very chamber itself, the place that pays the good Senator a six-figure salary. We know he has been censured for not showing up much in the Senate, but surely that's because he's working on behalf of his constituency. So I looked at his personal, Senatorial, website. ( http://senatorpatrickbrazeau.com ) Hmm. Well, he got off to a good start in February, 2009, with his first maiden speech in the Senate. Added a bit of eye candy to that smelly and musty old box of chocholates. Check. And he gave us a few bon mots --six -- congratu...

As the killer storm dumped a pile of snow on the streets of Ottawa, it became clear that this wouldn't be an average day. Senators and Members of Parliament would have to stay in Ottawa instead of getting back to their constituencies. Public servants would have to drop their vital work to clean off their minivans and SUVs for the long trek home to their five bedroom houses in Kanata and Orleans. Residents of the Glebe scrambled to find other arrangements because the City of Ottawa had raised its heavy hand and announced there would be a parking ban. Yoga classes were cancelled. Ditto indoor soccer. The RA was forced to cancel bandminton tonight. Oh my God, what will we do, they cried. There is nothing, but nothing on premium cable this evening. In a panic, members of the Canadian Forces took to their Twitter accounts to decry the cancellation of their flights south to their time shares at Disneyworld ...