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Those of you who live in Canada right now might see this in the papers soon. However the media decides to narrate it, I think this should be regarded as a case of major political wrongdoing (if the allegations are true---mind you, the Prime Minister offers the lamest non-denial denial I've ever seen). As I see it, the current Prime Minister sanctioned the offer of a bribe, possibly as large as a million dollars, in an attempt to trigger the election that would eventually lead him to power.

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20080227.wcadmann0227/BNStory/National/home?cid=al_gam_mostview

But words obscure the truth in such beautiful ways and bald corruption is made mere politics. Consider, though, the best-case scenario: the Prime Minister is on record (in contradiction with his office's later statement) as saying that he knew beforehand that the offer was going to take place, but that "it was only to replace financial considerations [Cadman] might lose due to an election." So he knew what was being offered was in some way monetarily fungible, and that it was to influence the MP's vote, a vote of great significance and in which the Prime Minister had the greatest personal stake. Ok. A bribe. A crime.

1) The Prime Minister says he discouraged the operatives. It is surprising that in a situation of great personal significance to him, a Prime Minister widely believed to keep an extremely tight rein on his political operations would discourage but "allow" such an act.

2) Even if we cede 1) to the Prime Minister, he still knew his political operatives were going to offer a bribe to an MP.

Caught by a reporter in the driveway after a meeting in which it was made clear to him that this would be going public, he spoke in a way that made a bribe seem kind of like a not-bribe if one squinted. I can explain this in two ways: he was painting a rosy picture, seen as his best option in calculation of the inevitable publicity; he really doesn't see it that way and is ethically retarded.

Also he's building superprisons for a drug war and having a grand old time eliminating important social programs but people don't seem to care so much about that.

A Swarm Of Wasps Bore Down Upon Me

I Came Out Potentiable

I believe that this time through I came out potentiable of remembering gnostic what it was fell apart from me, and way it fell, way the world I know is a gorgeous gnosis. Show me love and I will articulate it for you, as nothing now articulates for me as a word.

When weird occasion brought---apples---to our mouths flesh, this time, I believe what was the joy of their satisfaction remembers of what I am potentiable. A lick is love and Wittgenstein, nothing now articulates for me as a word. A lick is love and nothing is erased.

Three Responses To Paul --- 1.

I see the world in the evaporation of dying, spilling out as we brick it in. We are buried in rust. We are building our own rivers and they are carving us open. Our works are earth for a fungal bloom.

Does this reconcile for me the awful wasteland we have built with the living Earth? Is the wind, then, that blows from my heating ducts the same wind which covers me in snow? Is love seen on my computer screen the same love I feel in bed at night? We have built dams in the rivers. The glow of my lamplight lived first millions of years ago and is dying again in a power plant miles away.

For a mathematician, how was today?

As a day: frustrated. But tonight I walked home through the snow across a buried, useless landscape. There were abandoned excavators, and boundaries on the Earth had been gently covered over. And there was something new: pushing through the last deep drifts and down the snowy slope to my door, my apartment felt a bit like a home.