Dear Ms. Clark,
Well, I guess congratulations are in order. Congratulations to you for being the least worst option for the Liberal party and getting yourself appointed. Enjoy your 15 minutes that you have somehow managed to stretch out to a decade.
You have left me with a bit of a dilemna. As I work with students encouraging them to improve their life options by exploring post secondary options, it seems I am going to have to change my approach. Surely, everyone is aware that you partied your way through three universities with nary a certificate to your name. How to get around this when speaking with students?
I know. I am not supporting women's rights... like you, right? Actually, as a woman, you offend me. You make us look cheap and conniving. Some of us believe in education, hard work, and choosing the best person for the job. You are not it. You might as well wear a t-shirt that says: completely self serving and unapologetic.
Seriously, though, great work on negotiating that Kevin Falcon not push for the public inquiry into the sale of BC Rail. God knows that Good For Nothin' Husband of yours might have made you look bad. Making him Deputy Premier in return: pure genius making a bigger idiot than you your right hand man. The two of you as poster children for BC? People will think we are now the Vegas of the North... the day after.
Okay. Okay. If you are stuck on things to do tonight to celebrate. Might I suggest that you stand at the end of Gordon Campbell's driveway and wait for him to come home from his dinner with Fred and Cathy? Wear black.
Best regards,
Someone who would vote for Mark Emory over you
(and we all know how I feel about potheads)
