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Why this blog?
Until this moment I have been forced to listen while media and politicians alike have told me "what Canadians think". In all that time they never once asked.
This is just the voice of an ordinary Canadian yelling back at the radio -
"You don't speak for me."
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"Smalldeadanimals doesn't speak for the people of Saskatchewan" - Former Sask Premier Lorne Calvert
"I got so much traffic after your post my web host asked me to buy a larger traffic allowance." - Dr.Ross McKitrick
Holy hell, woman. When you send someone traffic, you send someone TRAFFIC.My hosting provider thought I was being DDoSed. - Sean McCormick
"The New York Times link to me yesterday [...] generated one-fifth of the traffic I normally get from a link from Small Dead Animals." - Kathy Shaidle
"You may be a nasty right winger, but you're not nasty all the time!" - Warren Kinsella
"Go back to collecting your welfare livelihood. - "Michael E. Zilkowsky
Ah yes, the weekly “please come to my site.”
Sorry David, I don’t like your approach. I hope it works well for you, and that you get enough following to earn a living at it, but your style doesn’t work for me.
I won’t click on any links to twitter and encourage everyone not to. Deny them any traffic.
The piece of bread falling over is bit like our loss of freedom, nothing was done to stop it, It took awhile but fell over without a push.
I remember something I read in an old Ann Landers column many years ago: the upper crust is just a bunch of crumbs held together by a lot of dough.
That brought back memories of my boys turning themselves into human art canvases. At least these three did it with washable markers. Mine did it with Sharpies.
And I hope your response was what – I am told – was mine back in the day: “Go play in the traffic”. Offspring has been passing it on to friends who are parents; they love it.
These weren’t up to the usual standards. B-o-o-o-o-r-r-r-r-i-i-i-in-n-n-n-g-g-g