Musings —10.15.2010 08:53 AM—
- Power and Politics: Was on Evan’s show last night, in the dark, to jaw about the U.N. Security Council cock-up and Khadr. The clip is at the 1:45 mark or something. Above: a snap of me playing traffic cop for Monte and Karl, and failing.
- Bullshit alert: Nobody is “pondering” leadership, anywhere, in any way. What a load of bollocks. Does this guy ever have a source that is on the record?
- The biggest PMO comms fumble yet: L. Ian MacDonald kicks the living beejesus out of the Reformatory [oxymoron alert – ed.] brain trust for the “blame Iggy” strategy: To make a complete botch of the day, the damage control strategy of the Prime Minister’s Office was to blame the failure of the UN bid on Michael Ignatieff’s comments that Canada didn’t deserve a seat on the Security Council…This is the most idiotic communications strategy yet devised by this PMO, and that’s saying something.” Ouch. My Twitter take, that day, was that Ignatieff was clearly also to blame for the deficit, H1N1, my daughter not getting a pony for her birthday, and Justin Bieber.
- The Toronto Clowns’ Office?: The Toronto Crown Attorneys’ Office refused to even look at the mountains of animal-cruelty evidence in the Toronto Humane Society scandal, and dropped all charges without an explanation. They are prosecuting Chinatown hero David Chen for no reason, and against all commons sense. And now they are blithely dropping hundreds of G20-related charges, thereby validating the view that they were indeed complicit in suppressing civil liberties during the Summit. That office needs a shake-up, big time. They have become a nation-wide embarrassment.
- Saint/Brother Andre: If you look way, way up on one of the walls at St. Joseph’s Oratory in Montreal, you’ll see crutches that had been used by my great-grandmother, and which were abandoned by her because – she said – Brother Andre cured her. My Dad, ever the scientist, always had a bit of an arched eyebrow about that one. That aside, Brother Andre is getting his due this weekend. My great-Nanny is no doubt pleased.