Musings —02.19.2011 10:13 AM—
The Globe’s Gary Mason, whose stuff I have always admired, wrote this in the paper this morning:
“This week, journalists in this country were all atwitter about a tweet of Maclean’s columnist Scott Feschuk. He jumped into the middle of a spat between Canadian Press reporter Jennifer Ditchburn and Dimitri Soudas, Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s communications chief, and sent a shockingly crude tweet about Mr. Soudas.”
Being shockingly crude myself, I wanted to see what Feschuk had Twitter tweeted. As far as I can tell, it’s this:
Feschuk, who types for Maclean’s, wrote that on Wednesday afternoon. It must have riled PMO press flak Dimitri Soudas, because within ten minutes, Feschuk was tweeting stuff suggesting that Soudas had complained to Feschuk’s bosses at Maclean’s. “Don’t go crying to my Mommy,” wrote Feschuk. I couldn’t find anything that Soudas tweeted, apart from a couple snarky messages to Ditchburn, who is the nicest person on Earth, and who had tweeted about Jason Kenney for stating that Radio Canada lies all the time, or something like that. When you poke through Twitter entrails after a while, your head will start to hurt, as mine now does.
There’s all sorts of fun stuff we can chit-chat about, here – Why has the Harper regime decided that Twitter is the best place to communicate with Canadians? Does CBC lie all the time? Why does the Prime Minister’s press spokesman think it’s good strategy to suggest the media lie all the time? Why does anyone in the Reformatory Party regard Jason Kenney as strategic, other than what he is, which is a loose cannon whose big mouth torpedoed Bev Odious? – but I wanted to focus on Feschuk’s shockingly crude suggestion to Soudas.
As anyone who has ever worked with me on a campaign will know, I swear all the f@#&ing time. I can’t help myself. I f@#&ing swear like a f@#&ing trucker. I like people who swear; thus, this, my favourite Christmas carol. That day that my former boss Jean Chretien told Michel Vastel to f@#& off was one of the happiest days of my life – only bettered by the day that my former boss strangled a maniacal Bolshevik who was blocking his path. God, I loved that.
Anyway. What do you think, O Oracles of Webby Truth and Wisdom? Is it wrong for political people to tell each other to go f@#& themselves? Is it “inappropriate,” as Feschuk queried? I say no!
Unburden yourselves – and feel free to swear your f@#&ing heads off, while you’re at it.