Mr. Speaker, the Prime Minister has a certain, shall we say, flair for words. Remember when he joked with the protesters who had been blasted with pepper spray:
Usually it is the rubber chicken dinner, but when we come out west we have beef, sometimes pepper steak.
He left them laughing with that one, so he took his show on the road where he told an appreciative audience:
I don't know if I am in the West, South, North or East Jerusalem right now.
That was a special moment for his media handlers, I am sure. Then there was that very sombre moment when he told those high school kids:
There's one place I go to in Ottawa regularly and every day there is a man who is unfortunately and obviously sick. We just sit with a chair at the corner of the street.
It seemed a little less sombre when we found out that homeless person did not actually exist.
This past weekend the Prime Minister, our very own Ann Landers, encouraged a reporter to get herself pregnant, telling her:
You know, you might have benefited from that. No? Gee, it's time! Because you're a nice girl, you know.
It is up to families to decide when and how many children to have and how to take care of them. It should not be dictated by misdirected government policy, not by unfair tax regimes and certainly not by a prime minister's musings.