re: Prayers Needed: Toronto Racoon has Died

That is some funny shite. I spit coffee on my computer when I saw the memorial photograph and the cigarette. I actually spent a week in Toronto right around the corner from there--actually walked down Yonge Street enjoying a Cohiba on that same sidewalk. Good times. Well, for me at least. It seems Mr. Coon was yet another senseless victim of socialized medicine with its rationed care, waiting lists, and "death panels." Thanks Obama.

I kid, I kid...