a problem with guys named clark?

first the disrespectful photo of the right honourable joe clark, and now a crack about that all american entertainment icon, dick clark [see 12 things, december 29]. for the love of god, the man had a stroke! thank god dick clark IS alive, because he has more talent and class in his pinky toe than havril and havril's only fans (his right hand and his mother) have between them. people like havril make me want to eat something particularly smelly then puke... all over people like havril.

a lump of coal would be too kind

having had the displeasure of reading the blasphemous bullcrap that is havril's most recent entry (the first noel, december 25), i can offer no criticism that will compare to the eternal damnation that the 'author' (if the blog equivalent of smearing feces on a wall is writing) will face at the hands of his maker on the judgment day.

havril is no joe clark

excuse me, but isn't that the right honourable joe clark in this dweeb's profile picture? did anyone even ask THE FORMER PRIME MINISTER OF CANADA if he was okay with his likeness being appropriated and then associated with such drivel... and a cigarette-smoking mutt? have you no shame?

black and white but not read all over

for starters, what is up with this lame layout...

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red and white? please. it looks like tin of campbell's soup. flavour: cream of crap. this blog is not good food.

who is havril and why should we care?

we shouldn't, except in the sense that you care about a backed up septic field. since that dark, dark day in october when this yahoo called "havril" (no doubt russian for "hack") started a blog, i've followed along, gripped by the same sort of morbid fascination that makes you unable to turn away from a car crash. the difference between blogofhavril and a car crash, however, is that with a car crash, tow trucks and ambulances eventually cart away the wreckage. but havril (or "hackvril" as i call him) sticks around, an enduring and grusome eyesore on the paved shoulder of the information superhighway. i want my eyeballs back. this has to end.