So, yeah: I made a horrendously, hideously, wretchedly bad election call. The Bloc Québécois has been around (much) longer than I’ve been covering politics, and I couldn’t bring myself to the idea that the party would go bye-bye in such a spectacularly-melty fashion. Whoops. Mea Culpa.
So, yeah: I made a horrendously, hideously, wretchedly bad election call. The Bloc Québécois has been around (much) longer than I’ve been covering politics, and I couldn’t bring myself to the idea that the party would go bye-bye in such a spectacularly-melty fashion. Whoops. Mea Culpa.
“Also from the desk of Martin Patriquin that Friday: ‘Flyers in 4’; ‘bin Laden to live to a ripe old age,'” wrote a friend of mine, hilariously kicking me while I was down.
Mind you, this friend is a lifelong Maple Leafs fan. At least I can admit when I’m wrong.