Spring is finally here – the local golf courses are open – and fishing season is just around the corner. I know this to be true because, like an old ground hog, my new fishing partner has crawled out of his hole. While his BFF in Libya continues to draw most of the heat, he plans to do some serious fishing. Just to piss me off, he keeps calling to confirm the fishing regulations here in Ontario. That’s right no explosive material permitted, and you cannot bring your own suicide bombers to “accidentally fall” into the lake. Who does this guy think he is – bin Laden??



