A Different Planet

Yesterday, when I said we might wake up to a very different planet today, I was not thinking about Canada without Jack Layton. Boy, life hands you shit sandwiches sometimes, doesn't it. Now what, I wonder. Her majesty's loyal (sic) opposition is without a leader and the Party is floundering.

Oh, and rumours are swirling that Ghadafi is dead, too. Or maybe not.

But one of these things is not like the other. Jack Layton's passing won't make much difference in the world. Ghadafi's might.

Ghadafi's accomplishments.