There is much hue and cry over the imbalance between the amount of testosterone and the amount of estrogen in Paul Martin’s latest cabinet. Warren Kinsella hasn’t been this indignant since, um, the last time he was indignant. I even know of one fellow who is so worked up that he went to the effort of calculating the number of both testicles AND ovaries in the last three federal cabinets.
I’m afraid that my esteemed fellow bloggers are all missing the point. And what point is that, you ask? Why flesh eating zombies, of course.
There’s not a single flesh eating zombie in Martin’s new cabinet. Not one. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Bupkis. The last proper zombie, David Anderson, was punted this time around.
You can’t have a decent debate in the House of Commons without flesh eating zombies in cabinet. Imagine the following: Gilles Duceppe takes the floor and starts to complain to the speaker that there are still English speaking people living in La Belle Province as the current level of transfer payments that Quebec receives is insufficient to euthanize them all. That’s when a zombie cabinet minister gets up and tears the top of Duceppe’s skull off with its teeth in preparation for feasting on his brain and…
Goes hungry.
On second thought, it wouldn’t work. Never mind.