Howard Stern can blow it out of his gas-passing, brain-replacing butthole. I'm not referring to the shock jock's routine attacks on people different than him, which don't offend me as much as disappoint me by being so unendowed with cleverness.
Rather, I'm referring to his rants that political correctness rages in boring, over-regulated Canada. Howie honey, lick my legal briefs. Then kiss my hyperactive constitution.
Stern formally intorduced himself to a Canadian audience this summer, when radio stations in Montreal and Toronto picked up his New York-based spewfest. Since then, rival radio show hosts in Canada, resentful that they can't say what he can, fearful that …