An empty vessel

 

Her ass.

This is the exact chair into which Chrystia Freeland's ass...

Yes, this ass.

...was stuffed the other day at the Chateau Laurier.  Sitting at the bar (where else?), I noticed her yapping at a flunkie while flipping her hair around and blabbing non-stop at the poor guy.  

Naturally, I had to occupy it when she left -- just so I could blog about it.  So, there you are.  Blogged.

As you can tell, I am not a fan.  Married to a London School of Economics grad, I have absorbed too much depressing data for my own good about what a mess she and the hapless Trudeau are making of the Canadian economy.  The sad thing is the people who voted for this wrecking crew will just keep doing it.  

"The NDP are toast," said Bob Fife a while ago on TV.  He also came into 'Zoé's Lounge'...

...while we were staying there on our way up to the cottage and I stopped to say hello and remind him of the comment.

"I still feel that way," he confirmed.  That's why the Liberals stay in power because the NDP and the hopeless Jagmeet Singh prop them up at every turn ensuring they will not have to face the voters, until Singh is assured of a pension, because believe me, the NDP will get a severe shellacking.

It's all so depressing.

The Chateau was celebrating Pride Month and flags were everywhere:

What's with all the Pride celebrations?  It's getting a bit overbearing and frankly, meaningless.  Another sight to behold was a couple sitting beside us on the patio.  "They must be the grandparents," I said to B, noticing they were a little old to be pushing a pram.  On closer inspection, I realized it wasn't a baby, it was a dog in the carriage.  A dog!!  Must have declared it a service dog to be able to get away with it.  Can you see it peeping out the back?

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What wasn't depressing was our family holiday at our old cottage, where we vacationed for 30 years.  Seven of us were jammed into a tiny two-bedroom abode for two weeks -- including three alpha males and two alpha females.  Surprisingly, peace held in our little hideaway between Gracefield and Maniwaki.  Here are a few snaps:

 

Probably our last visit.  Airports are becoming impossible for both of us.

This place is called The Gatineau Fish & Game Club and we have been members since 1983.  Brian served on the board for nine years and was president from 1998 to 2000.  Dinners are held every Wednesday and Saturday nights and while we were there, the governor of the Bank of Canada, also a member, attended one.  I was shocked at what a silly guy he was -- punching people's shoulders, giggling and other juvenile stuff.

I told B to approach and introduce himself.  I was hoping he'd ask him what he was doing with the economy.  I watched as Tiff Maclem shook B's hand, said a few words and then abruptly turned away.  B told me that Maclem had said, "So, you're a new member are you?"  No, 40 years.  "Where are you from?"  Calgary.  That's when Maclem gave him the back of his head.  Guess he didn't want a guy from the West debating economic policy with him.  B graduated from the London School of Economics; Maclem from Western.  

Nuff said.