My nickname for her, because whenever I read a Sandy Crux blog or about one from CC HQ, I think about Stockard Channing sining that song in the movie “Grease”. I don’t know, there’s something just too twistedly innocent and puritanical about her, much like the obviously sexually frustrated Barbie Kay (skip first article and go to second, third and fourth ones) of the National Pest.
Read the piece from Canadian Cynic as I really just don’t have that much to add, where Sandra Dee is concerned. Here’s just an excerpt CC pulled from her blog. Read the rest here.
WARNING TO OTHER BLOGGING TORIES!!!!
So I merge my two blogs, Just Politics and Retired Educator, and what do I find this morning? I find that Just Politics was contaminated in much the same way as Crux of the Matter had been before.
I will put up a screenshot of what the contamination looks like below. Other WordPress uses will know that the page I am showing is on the WordPress Dashboard where we write our posts. Just below that area, readers will note an “e-mail” notice plus some kind of “notification” number…
That means that somewhere out there in the blogosphere, someone is keeping tabs on what I write. And, everytime I publish something they get an instant e-mail notification.
Spooky to say the least. I must be writing something that some people really don’t want to hear!
Never mind Waterloo, CC, there isn’t enough tin-foil in all of Canada for this beauty. You sure she has a doctorate? Gee, folks with PH Ds now just seem so, well, unimpressive now.
Hey Sandy, here’s a clue if you don’t want anyone to know what you’re thinking or writing: Stop Blogging!!
Oh, by the by, her posting regarding this very subject has mysteriously disappeared (insert theme to Twilight Zone, here). Perhaps it was the same blogging fairy who actually, for some pharmaceutically induced reason decided to subscribe to her blog by email.
This next video is dedicated to both Sandra Dee, Barbie Kay, Suzy ALLCAPSLOCK, Candice Hoeppner, Rona Ambrose, Margaret Wente, Trudy Mason of CJAD and every other puritanical idiotic Connie wench in Canada. Just because, well, it’s a sleepy Saturday slow bloggin’ afternoon.










Why not throw in Michael Coren? Now there’s a ‘puritanical idiotic Connie wench’ for ya! And oh so precious.