Yesterday, I'm pleased to say, I did some business in the Parliament buldings, here in our Nation's Capital. I can't say too much, for national security reasons, but I had the opportunity to organize a special reception in the Senate area.
All went smoothly, except we ran out of punch glasses, and, at one point, I was forced to roam the Centre Block's hallways and steal some styrofoam cups from a coffee machine, because the lady at the Parliamentary Restaurant wouldn't help me.
If the ease with which one is able to abscond with juice receptacles from the house of our nation's government is any indication of the success of the current administration, I'd say we're all swimming around in one big shit-heap of trouble.
That's right; you heard me.