My bologna has a first name, it's S-T-E-V-E

I guess that it was all smoke and mirrors for the base, and that grandstanding on the backs of women prior to and during the G8, was more like a piece of rotten fetid bologna, than a big juicy hunk of red meat.

Works for me!

I am hoping they spend a while puking that one up.  

We here in realityville have always known that Steve doesn't pass the smell test. Sadly, we are being force fed the mystery meat as well, and Canada cannot take too much more of this poisoning.