Saturday digest

- I have thought Colin Powell was a major-league asshole for over ten years now because he struck me as selfish, ambitious, and a maverick. His emerging role in the whole Plame affair is nothing short of absolutely disgraceful.

- Much hullaballoo about this film. I don't see the big deal. From what I've read of the plot synopsis, "Death of a President" doesn't advcoate assassination, but is more a look at a potential World War triggered by Dubya's death. Why not? We live in a free society, unlike Cuba, Venezuela, Iran, Syria, or Saddam's Iraq where daring to even discuss such subjects could lead to execution. It sounds challenging, interesting and thought-provoking, although if I go see it, I fully expect that fellow theatre goers who otherwise preach the virtues of peace, love and tolerance for differing points of view will stand and applaud wildly, if not spontaneously masturbate, at the title scene.

- Eeeks.

- Once again, Quebec is the straw that stirs the drink (see here). This is why Canadian politics basically sucks. You've got one province of ten with less than one-quarter of the population pretty much running the show because they refuse to vote for parties that can provide them a seat at the Cabinet table.

(Oh, and Israel had it coming.)