— Musings —02.22.2013 03:44 PM
Frankster vs. Puffster
I know the whole sad tale (believe me, I’ve heard it from both Bate and Duffy, ad infinitum), so it sort of bores me now. What I liked to read again, however, is Bate’s wordsmithing. He still has a style that still makes me laugh out loud.
Of course, I remain unimpressed that he let one of his underlings (the Deflower Caroline Mulroney Contest guy) publish our home address in Ottawa – thereby leading to late-night visits by neo-Nazis, and ongoing police protection, including that nice officer who camped out in our guest bedroom for quite a while, operating various surveillance equipment – but it was fun to read Bate’s prose again.
Michael Bate is 107.
Ouch. That’s a media-feeder. They’re eating it up. The little reminder that he pissed on his CTV buddies is enough to keep people busy.
Despite years of therapy, I’ve never got over the recurring trauma of Chatelaine magazine selecting Duffy as one of “Canada’s 10 sexiest men!”
One thing about said underling – he’s a bottom-feeder, don’t get me wrong here – is he’s one of the few people to actually get a response out of your bully colleague who couldn’t sell a conservative magazine in Alberta on Twitter. Makes for a good afternoon to watch the grenades lobbed from each side if it’s a slow day at work.
As for Duffy, he’s a parasite. I suspect he’ll be replaced by John Ibbitson – oh, wouldn’t he just love that? – in the Senate should this saga not blow over in due time.
I have written to my MPP asking him to tell me why Duffy and Wallin are not being investigated for healthcare fraud.