Musings —01.14.2012 09:40 AM—
It’s so cold here spit freezes before it hits the ground. It’s so cold here your skin hurts if the wind touches it for a moment. It’s so cold here you cannot believe it.
That’s not all. Yesterday’s snowstorm was really, really bad. One MP told me the 401 got shut down. People took hours and hours to reach Ottawa, over routes that usually take a fraction of that time. Me, I almost bought the farm on Highway 7 a couple times.
Why am I telling you this? What’s it got to do with a political convention?
Because the elements are part of the story. There are 3,300 Liberals here. For a policy convention.
Leadership conventions routinely attract lots of folks. But this is a dry old policy conflab. Why are so many Grits here, in the dead of Winter?
Because Liberals, from all over, want to keep the old party alive, I think. They don’t want May 2011 to be the obituary. They want to bring it back.
Sure, Bob Rae, Martin Cauchon, Martha Hall-Finlay and others are looking a lot like leadership candidates. Hospitality suites, knowing winks, offers of help: the usual. But regular Liberals aren’t here for that stuff. Over and over last night, they told me they were sick of that stuff.
They’re here for the Liberal Party, on the meanest weekend of the Winter you can imagine.
Truly – and forgive the breathless tone – it’s friggin’ amazing.