Lady Macbeth - aka Stronach

Ms. Stronach today enters the wasteland of the political rogues who, unencumbered by intellect, have allowed the weeds of their ambition to choke the flowers of principle.

We are indeed a nation of utter rubes if we don't see the Lady Macbeth syndrome hard at work here.

Like Lady Macbeth in Act I Scene V, Stronach has called upon the spirits of crass political opportunism to "stop up the access and passage to remorse that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose".

Mr. Martin would do well to watch his back for Lady Stronach will soon call up the "thick night, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark". Fortunately for Mr. Martin she is so dim and inept she will likely stumble over a discarded principle and stab herself first.

It is a dark time in Canadian political history and I suspect there are more tempests to be endured before this tragedy reaches its climax.

Ms. Stronach can now make her impassioned pleas to the Liberal caucus to support pet projects of hers such as "preserving our precious non-renewable resource of fresh water".

The Liberal Cabinet has just dumbed down another notch with her addition, and the Conservatives should be relieved she has gone.