Taking Politics Seriously

Is something I just cannot do these days. Especially the whole Belinda Stronach tempest. All I can think of, when I hear her name, is Ogden Nash's poem*, which starts:

Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little grey mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio little pet dragon.

I'm sorry, but if she wants me to take her seriously, she's going to have to change her name.

* It's The Tale of Custard the Dragon, and if no one read it to you as a child, rush out and get a copy. I memorized the whole story when Chickadee was a toddler, and can still repeat it word for word.