Game on!

I like so many others will be live blogging the election events this evening. But you should definately read mine over anyone elses. Why? Because no one else can deliver to you the raw, unbiased facts that Candians deserve. That BS sounds so good even I believe it.

So have fun.

Go Vote.

Tune into the Daily Nar all day for election updates and awesomeness only the Nar can deliver.


To begin, here is an election prediciton I received this morning via email:

My predictions are as follows:

Steven Harper and Paul Martin will marry. Jim Flaherty will be the only one in the room to question why Baird is maid of honour. Paul and Steven, or Pa-Stev as they will re-brand themselves, will both swear off politics and take a slow cruise to the Isle of Wight in one of Paul Martin's lifeboats where they will train seagulls to run marathons.

Jack Layton will take the helm of the Liberal party and immediately drive it into the side of the parliament. Just before his passage into oblivion he will be heard to scream, "I don't want to live in a world without love." His moustache will be donated to medical science.

Peter MacKay will lead the Conservative party into parliament only to be tackled in the opening session by an irate Belinda Stronach screaming "mine, mine, mine" and repeatedly bang his head into the speaker's chair. The resulting brain damage will render him mute, unable to count past three and oddly attracted to chalk.

And he will be Canada's greatest Prime Minister.

They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa