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The man who never met a political seat he couldn't or wouldn't like to squeeze his diminutive 5'6" frame into. Who in his brief glorious moment of glory managed to convince gullible Canadians that their country actually ran the Spanish Armada from the eastern shores before they actually got to the Plaines of Abraham.

Convinced the always convincible Newfies that he would stick around and serve them real good - twice! As well these lovable but gullible folk sent him to Ottawa where both his nose and whiskers grew as a member of the now not so famous Rat Pack enabling him to always locate the cheese.

When the Fiberals took power so did the Fiberal from Newfoundland who never held a portfolio he filled with anything other than Fibs, more Fibs and even more Fibs. Too bad for him he couldn't keep it in his trousers - the unzippering of many a useless politician.

Accepting the position of CEO at MID, the country's fourth largest real estate company that also controls the entertainment arm of Magna - he once again showed his mettle and did absolutely nothing proving yet again you can't change the spots.

Five months later . . . . has the girlfriend re-surfaced I wonder?

I hears what yer sayin but who gives a fiddlers fart what old Brian did
Now guess how many fish I has behind me back and Ill gives ya both of em