Impotence Is Not Infertility

Well looky looky, a British memo says that “intelligence and facts were being fixed” by the Bush administration to manufacture a war in Iraq. We all know this already, but finally there’s some proof. Bet you $5 nobody cares, ’cause Britney Spears is pregnant or something.

Now, as I live in Canada, home of lax drug laws, this is not an issue for me. But I remember my brief stint in the capital of the American Imperium, where random drug testing was rapidly becoming the norm. So, for those of you of a particular vulnerable demographic, I present the Whizzinator. What is it, you ask? It’s a fake penis filled with urine. Yes, you read that right.

Lord Vadum sends us this story about a man in Italy who was successfully sued by his wife for concealing from her his impotence before marriage. The court ruled that he must pay her damages for eroding her right to have a family. This is just ridiculous. Erectile dysfunction is a proper reason for divorce, certainly. But the man is not infertile, he is impotent. He can still procreate… with a bit of assistance. This is a travesty.

On a completely unrelated topic, I attended the kick-off ceremony for Asian Heritage Month in Parliament two days ago. All the usual blowhard politicians were present, which was fascinating considering that the government is due to fall in a matter of days. There was equal representation from most of the major political parties (I think the Bloc was notably absent). But Jim Karygiannis, Libral MP for Scarborough-Agincourt, unbelievably commented, “My father, an immigrant, said to me recently, ‘Jim I’m proud that you’re an MP and proud that you’re a Liberal… because this Conservative-Bloc alliance is tearing the country apart!'”

Now, no one dislikes the Conservative party of Canada more than me. (Well, there are many people who dislike them more than me, but they don’t own this website.) But, come on, is a cultural event really the appropriate venue to be launching into political attacks? Of course, he was met with a round of boos, which I’m sure made all the nervous cultural performers quite at ease as they waited to get on stage. Sheesh. Bunch of squabbling kids.

But the afternoon was saved by the spectacular dance performance of my friend, the lovely Dr. Radha Jetty, whose poise, grace and rhythm were truly moving. Here’s a pic of Radha in all her glory: