The Annals of Alberta poetry: The United Conservative Party sends us a Kenney Valentine

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

And if you don’t like this, there’s always “The Red Masque of Death” by Edgar Allan Poe.

The one thing that will keep our doctors here is fully privatized, choice-based health care. Fortunately Shandro is moving in that direction.

Ralph Wiggum’s a cartoon,
Kenney is too.
The whole UCP is nothing but p°°.

Poetic justice to be sure!