Well you may wonder.
For those blessedly ignorant of Canada's answer to the collective idiocy filling the airwaves of America, Rex Murphy is employed by State propaganda organ, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, his CBC salary drawn from the monies extracted necessarily, on pain of incarceration, or worse, from the hides of the collective herd, known officially as the Canadian subjects of Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth II, Regina, Empress of the Realm, Defender of the Faith, etc., etc. His nibs' blathering may also be gleaned between the pages of Canada's "National Newspaper," The Globe and Mail.
September 11, 2006: Following years of bloody retribution, wars of aggression, and uncounted acts of wanton carnage meted out upon the heads of the peons and peasants of distant Afghanistan, and Iraq, and Lebanon, and Palestine, and Yemen, and Somalia, and the vicious assaults ladled out to the undocumented thousands taken prisoner and tortured in prisons and hidey spider-holes around the world, and after the evisceration of a thousand years of western jurisprudence, and the promise of more abuse and tyranny to come, Rex sits before his keyboard, searching his soul for an outrage, seeking a muse to aid his pen, and fuel his commentary, to be carried, via the State organ, direct to the nation.
http://www.pej.org/html/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=5585&mode=thread&order=1&thold=0
Note: http://www.pej.org/html...

A bit much. You will never outdo Rex Murphy at HIS game. I'm convinced that Murphy plays with himself (maybe that way too), to see if he can top his own over the topness by challenging himself to make sentences with words he has never used before. I did hear this piece but normally I call it quits for the news before he gets started. I'm sorry I stayed to listen to him, he's gone.
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"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." Friedrich Nietzsche
How can a "journalist" go on a rant denouncing those who seek nothing more than the truth?
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Dear Abby, Dear Abby my fountain pen leaks, my wife hollars at me and the kids are all freaks