Dust my credenza

Really, how very hard must it suck to be a cabinet minister in Danny Williams-Government?

First, Himself bows out of the annual Premierrific shop talk — for the second year in a row — with the substitution announced not in an official advance statement like this one, but in a Crackberry communiqué after the ringer's flight's nose was already up.

Curiously, said ringer is neither the Deputy Premier (like last year) nor the Minister of Intergovernmental Affairs.

And finally, it emerges that the latter, said Minister of Intergovernmental Affairs, Dave someone, was, in fact, part of the two-man tag-team dispatched to Winnipeg. (Danny's awesomeness being so awesome, it takes two regular humanoids to substitute for him.)

Where do we all learn this bit of intelligence?

Well, still not from Executive Council, whose latest release concerns the Garnish Bakeapple Festival.

Nope. It comes from, of all places, a reply comment on Bondpapers.

Danny Williams runs the most open and transparent government in the universe, and he's also six-foot-three.