Media probes of Ford crack-smoking were ethical and responsible, says press tribunal. But you already knew that.
UPDATE: I’m never a fan of her approach – here, the “I-oppose-the-Press-Council-but-let-me-quote-the-Press-Council-to-you-because-they-did-something-I-like” – but the Star’s crown coddled columnist wrote something about all this that I found quite useful:
“Mayor Ford has no shortage of acolytes, ardent supporters who not only want to cover their own eyes to serious allegations but everyone else’s too. Deaf, dumb and blind on Ford is what they’d prefer — a mayor who counts druggies and bullies as close friends; was photographed outside a home described by neighbours as a crack house, in the arm-around company of three men, one of whom was subsequently shot dead, two who were arrested in the massive Project Traveller drugs and guns raids; told his inner circle, according to Star sources, that he knew where the video — the video he says doesn’t exist — might be found; has been caught appearing three-sheets-to-the-wind in public; and has been under surveillance by a police plane.”
That paragraph is a neat and tidy summary of the disgrace that is la famille Ford. If I get involved in the next mayoralty – and that’s only if my hoped-for candidate runs – I will do my utmost to ensure that every single voting Torontonian knows the above paragraph like the back of their proverbial hand. I want the hulking, shambling mass that is Rob Ford to slouch back to the rock under which he lives in Etobicoke every night, and cry like a baby – weeping, destroyed – in front of his thug-brother. I want him humiliated, because that’s what he’s done to this city.