July 10, 2006

AND PRESIDENT CALDERON CAN BE GAUCHO:

The Tao and Fro of Steve (LINWOOD BARCLAY, 7/10/06, Toronto Star)

Deals on some issues went right down to the wire, like when the Prime Minister was waiting in a room just moments before he was to stand shoulder to shoulder before the assembled news media with the most powerful man on the planet.

One of the Prime Minister's aides slipped into the room out of breath. "There's one more thing," he said.

"What is it now?" sighed the PM. "Iris scans to cross the border? Fingerprints? DNA testing?"

"It's not that," the aide said. "The White House is pressing us on another item."

"What?"

"The president wants some sort of a nickname for you, and he's leaning towards Harpo."

"Excuse me?" said the Prime Minister. "Harpo? He's the Marx brother who never speaks, right?"

"That's correct, sir."

The Prime Minister shook his head. "It might work for any of my cabinet ministers, but not for me. Tell them it's a deal-breaker."

"They're willing to give us everything we want on the lumber deal, and they'll scrap their plan to introduce beetles the size of, well, Beetles, into B.C. forests if you agree to Harpo," the aide said.

The PM considered it briefly, then waved his hand. "Forget it."

Posted by Orrin Judd at July 10, 2006 7:08 AM
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Slim.

Posted by: ghostcat at July 10, 2006 11:42 AM
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