Dr. Dawg’s beclowning himself so bad he’s starting to look like John Wayne Gacy.
Not long after being spanked by Mark Steyn in the pages of Maclean’s for falling for a faked Ernst Zundel photo, Dawg launched a failed blogburst about a mythical “Indian burial ground” hoax.
I particularly enjoyed Dawg’s desperation move: that the investigation can’t begin until the “native community” is given jurisdiction over it.
Yeah, and we should have handed over the Pickton investigation to Davie Street hookers.
Or, speaking of Gacy, put off digging up dude’s basement until cops could consult with the Runaway Teenage Boy Community ™.
And Dawg: I can dig up hundreds of newspaper clippings about Loch Ness Monster sightings, too. Doesn’t mean they actually happened. Horoscopes appear in newspapers every day. Doesn’t make ’em true. Etc.
He’ll appreciate this little tale, I’m sure.
