Woah! Look at the mutton-chops on our own James Poulos. Someone better bring the smelling salts for Mrs. P.. If only they had had blogging at the time of the Charlottetown Conference, I am certain Mr. Poulos would feel quite at home amongst the Fathers of the Canadian Confederation. Mutton-chops galore, up north yonder.
Actually he can wear them. Especially with his Elvis sunglasses…