Gadaffi's Canadian connections

The plots thicken.

Just an hour south of Falling Downs there's a family waiting to hear from their dear daughter, incommunicado in a Mexican jail, busted on some trumped up claim that she was the mastermind of a dastardly plot to spirit one of the Gadaffi brood into the country.

Meanwhile, the National Toast, wannabe national newspaper of record, founded by Conrad Black and hastily fobbed off on Izzy Asper just before he died, has revealed that the very Gadaffi spawn our Mount Forest neighbor was sneaking into Mexico already owns a penthouse condo in Toronto. A 1.6 million dollar condo no less.

In downtown Toronto 1.6 million gets you about the same square footage that you got in a Don Mills tract bungalow for five grand earlier in my lifetime. No matter. The National Toast thinks it's a big deal.

Not mentioned in these news stories is that this is the same Gadaffi who hired the world's fastest man as his personal trainer a few years ago. That's right. Ben Johnson, gold medal sprinter at the Seoul Olympic games, was Saadi's trainer back in the day when Saadi aspired to a career in pro football.

Ben was the fastest man in the world for about 24 hours, when he got busted for illegal doping. That was the era when everybody was doping and who got busted was pretty much a question of politics. Suffice it to say that Big Ben got caught with his political pants down, whereas Lance Armstrong, just to pick a name out of the doping hat, has always kept his teflon political bicycle pants way up.

So Saadi is hiding out in Niger, Saif is the one in the hands of those rebels in Libya, and Safdi is the guy up in my attic with his three wives and eight kids.  The randy old Colonel had more kids than the other Colonel had chickens. It's hard to keep them straight.

But for the record, when the folks upstairs get finished cleaning up the bat shit up there, I'll fulfill my end of the bargain; a trip to Michigan. After that they're on their own. Will they get to Mexico or will they stay put in Dearborn?

Who knows?