I had two scary/weird dreams about Stephen Harper this weekend. Maybe it is because he is doing so well "in the polls".
In one dream, I was watching a French film. the person beside me would not stop fussing and chattering, so I turned to him, and said: "shhh, I am trying to concentrate on the French."
it was Stephen Harper. "Who the hell cares?" He laughed scornfully. "It's French!" and pulled down a filigree metal knight's mask and stared straight ahead.
In the second dream, I was at some fundraising event at Harper's house in the suburbs in one of those goddawful recrooms with a low ceiling and a built in bar where overdressed stepford-style folks radiated anxiety with tight smiles.