#MulcairsEgo

One day while Thomas Mulcair is walking around Outremont and signing up new NDP members, a large chunk of crumbling Montreal infrastructure falls on him. Fatally.

When Mulcair arrives at St Peter's Gate, he's informed that a component of the admission process requires a meet-and-greet with Heavenly residents.

Mulcair thinks: "Great! I'm a gifted and successful campaigner and schmoozer. Getting into Heaven will be a snap."

As he looks across a cloud, he notices Marilyn Monroe is floating in his direction. Mulcair calls out to her: "Join me in a martini?"

Marilyn shimmies gracefully and murmurs: "Really, Mr Mulcair? Is there room in that tiny glass for the three of us?"

Vote me ...

OW!

Britain has a referendum on voting.

Cats rule!

Oh. Wait.

Grand merci to brebis noire for the above.

Inquiring Minds . . .

In a comment on this by deBeauxOs (who has a movie coming out next week ;)), longtime Intertoobz pal Toe nails it:

When I saw that headline the first thing I did was to see if Byrne was a Con floor-crosser, nope. I forget how many Cons are in the Lib party now, but it's a lot. Why can't we just be truthful - in that the Cons are Reformers, the Liberals are Red Tories and the NDP are Liberals. Sheesh.

So, where did the social democrats go?