He held his hand out to me as beautiful violin melodies wafted through the cool Quebec air. Our fingers touched, tingling together as crickets danced 'neath our feet. I looked deep into his eyes and experienced his inner being. His soul! He uttered words with such emotion a tear wet his cheek. "Marc", he whispered in my ear. "Marc. I want you!" My emotions were also running high. "I want to be with you too, Stephane." I said, a bit too loudly. I want to join up with you again. I'm here, Stephane, I'm back! I'm your's for the taking. For God's sake, take me, Stephane, take me!"
"Yes, Marc", Stephane yelled back. "I'll take you. I'll really take you!"
"Oh Stephane, do you believe in same sex marriage?"
"Well, I'm already married. . . to a woman!"
Oh, I know that! So am I. But on my way over here I met Stephen Harper, and he wanted me to join his party, and I said yes. But as soon as I mentioned I was totally in favour of same sex marriage he suddenly lost all interest in me."
"Don't worry Mark, he's just a homophobic redneck! Forget him. We have to concentrate on Michael."
"Michael?"
"Yes. Ignatieff. You DID say you'd be able to get him on the next space mission, didn't you?"
Dimmy
Saturday, October 20, 2007
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