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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

A Full Moon Brings Out the Moonbats

There was a full moon last night, and wouldn't you know it, the moonbats were out in force.

This year the annual infestation came a bit later than usual, but there they were, fluttering around City Hall and squawking up a storm.

The only surprise was that perennial gadfly Nick Ternette decided to jump the shark and join the Moonbats in protesting malathion fogging in the city.

Of course it's a safe time to be a fogging protestor. It's been too hot and too dry for mosquitoes to breed.

Last year, with the not-so-tacit help of city entomologist Taz Stuart, the anti-foggers managed to delay fogging long enough for people to get infected with West Nile virus. The province forced Taz to fog, the mosquitoes died and the West Nile threat was stopped in its tracks. (So was the rising star of Tazman, who this year was quoted as singing the benefits of pre-emptive fogging as opposed to the utility of dragonflys and Sam Katz's long-forgotten chemical briquets.)

The No-Fog Moonbats said that that only proved there was no need to fog. Logic is not their strong suit.

But they knew they had a problem. Namely, a shortage of facts, reason and victims. When you say something is a poison, you have to show people are being poisoned.

In the last 50 years or so, there hasn't been one case in Winnipeg of anyone dying from malathion poisoning.
Not one.

Or of anyone suffering nerve damage from malathion.
Or going blind.
Or developing a really bad sniffle.

Now a complete lack of facts is not usually a problem with junk science. Note that not one reporter in years has ever challenged the No Fog Moonbats on the issue. "Where's your proof that anyone has died from malathion," seems a simple question. But one that evades every reporter in Winnipeg, except for The Black Rod which has asked it over and over again.

It seems that somebody was listening, because this year the Moonbats have decided to address the lack of victims.

Enter Nick Ternette.

Ternette is in remission with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. And he has a higher public profile than David Nickarz who had testicular cancer. And Dianne Harms, who is also a cancer survivor.

So one day they got to talking and realized, hey, you got cancer, I got cancer, she got cancer, and we're all against malathion. Ergo, ipso facto, malathion caused our cancers. Yeah, that's it. Who needs scientists and doctors and their protocols and double blind studies and peer reviewed experiments. What are we? Chopped liver? Malathion causes cancer. We got cancer. What more proof do you need?

Take that Black Rod.

So Ternette and David Nickarz and Dianne Harms flounced into City Hall yesterday to present the findings of impromptu Moonbat scientific and medical taskforce.

It's an election year, and Councillor Gord Steeves, chairman of the protection and community service committee, had to be nice to the Moonbat brigade. He listened and made the right political noises. More study. Blah Blah Blah.

When what he should have said, was what everybody else in the city said upon watching the TV News:

Are you people totally nuts?

Well, the answer to that question came from Councillor Donald Benham, who, deciding to throw away what little credibility he still has, came to the defence of the Moonbats.

"It's a nerve toxin that causes cancer," bleated Benham, proving that Moonbat insanity is indeed contagious, spreading easily from one lefty to another and no vaccine on the horizon.

Benham professed concern about the City's liability for a potential class action lawsuit by cancer victims blaming malathion fogging for their illnesses. Doc Benham should consider how much the City will be on the hook when West Nile victims (or their heirs) sue him and the other councillors for failing to protect them from the proven risk of letting mosquitoes run wild.

Now, if they could only come up with a cure for the dreaded comb-over, eh, Doc?

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