Jack’s gaffe on big oil and big ass – lovely malaprop – sit down Yogi Berra
BY CUPPA JOE SIMONSKY – ON GRANVILLE ISLAND
Just walking the dogs Desdamona and Trystram in Stanley Park today.[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”yes” overflow=”visible”][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_1″ background_position=”left top” background_color=”” border_size=”” border_color=”” border_style=”solid” spacing=”yes” background_image=”” background_repeat=”no-repeat” padding=”” margin_top=”0px” margin_bottom=”0px” class=”” id=”” animation_type=”” animation_speed=”0.3″ animation_direction=”left” hide_on_mobile=”no” center_content=”no” min_height=”none”]
I was clunking along laptop in hand and we paused for an hour to take in the ocean.
I was surfing the net and throwing sticks into the ocean – hmm, that isn’t ironic but it’s darn close.
And these days, my surfing is pretty well confined to Jack Layton.
Trouble is I’ve seen most of the footage and riffed through most of the stories.
But the above video – you may already have seen it – tweaked my funny bone.
I had a better line than PM Hard Hair Cashmere.
But we’ll let it go.
I’m in a week of mourning and vowed to abstain from all partisanship until next Tuesday, five days after they put Jack down for the count.
So Good One! There Stevie. It’s a right honorable try from a guy with a stilted and stone-faced delivery.
And remember. Most of the laughs were coming from the monkeys in the chairs behind you.
We have a metaphor.
Something to do with the organ grinder and the monkeys. But we’ll leave it till next Tuesday.
In honor of Jack.
And Big Ass!
I laughed and laughed and laughed.