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Peter McKay's big yellow taxi



Peter McKay seems to have his pecker caught in his zipper.

Despite his obvious predicament, the Defence Minister is still claiming its still snug and safe in his shorts.

When National Defence moves out to Nortel, they should consider installing a sign in the Minister's honor: National Defence, Home of the Whopper.

How can McKay Mouse continue to lie to the Canadian public about why he used the Cormorant as his personal mode of transportation?

Has he never heard of access to information?

McKay says he grabbed a ride from his private hideaway so he could experience, first hand, a search and rescue operation at a cost of $77,000.

Pricey!

Yet emails from the brass tell another tale altogether. Seems McKay booked a ride so he wouldn't miss too much of his vay-cay at the fishing lodge to attend an official announcement. (To do his actual job!)

The brass warned him this little boondoggle was going to backfire.

I love this quote:

"When the guy who's fishing at the fishing hole next to the minister sees the big yellow helicopter arrive and decides to use his cell phone to video tape the minister getting on board and post it to YouTube, who will be answering the mail on that one?" ask Colonel Bruce Ploughman.

Good question!

Obviously, McKay is in contempt of Canadian voters.

Talk about bad judgement. I'd hate to have somebody like McKay running a sensitive military operation.

Wait a minute...

Who does he think he is John Travolta?

Me, I think McKay should pay the bill.

With interest.

And take his entitled ass into the House of Commons and do some 'splainin'.

Can't hide in a hole Libya forever.

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