Expert analysis of Buck-A-Beer controversy:
• Ford’s core vote, who buy two-fours of Laker, eat barbecue and don’t know who Robert Mueller is, love it
• Ford haters, who drink oak-aged Serbian stout at a niece’s secular christening and eat pickled cauliflower, hate it. #onpoli
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) August 8, 2018
If self-help books worked, they wouldn’t need to print so many self-help books.
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) August 7, 2018
Better late than never!
The segment with Lisa is something. Listen in.
Where was he?
The Prime Minister of Canada, I mean. When Canada’s biggest city needed him – when the millions of people who live and work here were feeling anguished, and angry, and afraid – Justin Trudeau was AWOL.
He was gone.
A young girl, and a young woman, murdered in cold blood on Toronto’s Danforth Avenue. A dozen more wounded and hurt, some critically, and in hospital. Toronto has had a horrific Spring and Summer, with the van attack on Yonge Street, with children being shot in playgrounds, with an explosion in gun violence.
None of that, however, quite equalled the horror of the Danforth Avenue attack on hot Summer night. Two children, out with family and friends, shot to death on a city street: it affected this place in a way that is hard to describe, and impossible to imagine.
Now, most Canadians don’t live in Toronto, of course. So not every Canadian can be expected to completely comprehend the impact of the Danforth terror attack – because that’s what it was, really, because it terrorized so many. It chilled the blood of this city. It left people breathless, like the very air was running out.
A vigil was held. Hundreds showed up. Among them were Toronto’s mayor, John Tory, and Ontario’s Premier, Doug Ford.
Justin Trudeau? He had sent out a couple tweets, one in English, one in French. But he didn’t show.
He was on vacation.
People noticed. People talked about it. People – included Liberal and liberally-minded people – shook their heads. People got mad.
Because here’s the thing: if you think that Justin Trudeau isn’t good at anything at all – economics, policy, foreign affairs, trade, defence, whatever – there is one thing we all know that he is really, really good at. There is one thing he excels at. And that is the so-called retail part of politics.
You know: showing up. Hugging people. Shaking hands, smiling, looking in their eyes and making them feel like they are important. Justin Trudeau is good at that stuff. Really good.
After the Danforth attack, when this rollicking, noisy, diverse city was wounded – when it was laying in the dirt, gasping – we needed Justin Trudeau. We needed him to show up, and listen, and put his arms around the city. Because that is the one thing, above all things, at which he is without equal. He’s the best at that.
On social media, the usual suspects attacked him for having too many vacations. They attacked him for surfing out in Tofino. They attacked him for being not there, even though they would still attack him if he was there.
His supporters, meanwhile, also took to social media. He deserves a vacation with his family, some said, and they were right. “Damned if he shows up, damned if he doesn’t,” they intoned, all King Solomon-like, and they were wrong. Because that’s crap. It’s bogus.
I worked for a Prime Minister. The job description is vast. The responsibilities are endless. But right at the very top of the list is this: to give comfort to the afflicted. To console the grieving. To soothe the fearful. To give hope and help a wounded city get through it all.
When the full extent of his error became known to he and his advisors, of course, he eventually made his way here on a Challenger jet. He went to the funeral of the 18-year-old, Reece Fallon, and spoke to people afterwards. Some asshole heckled him, but Trudeau didn’t lose his cool. He spoke well. He was there, finally.
But too many days had gone by. And, for too many Torontonians, showing up so late reminded them that he hadn’t been there when he was needed the most. It reminded them that he was absent when a big, grieving city wanted to hear from him.
Will any of it be remembered in the way that the disastrous Indian trip will be remembered? Maybe not. Will it hurt him in the way the Aga Khan and the groping mess hurt him? Probably not.
But down here in a city that matters – a city that should matter politically to him, too – his absenteeism is unlikely to be forgotten anytime soon. This is now a mark on Justin Trudeau’s permanent file, right down here in Toronto.
Where was he? We wanted him here.
And he just wasn’t.
Gonna miss this. But something just as good happening soon.
Justin Ling, the bitter little shithead at Vice who got mad at me a long time ago – I criticized him for thinking that the torture and murder of Luka Magnotta’s victim was funny, and he never forgot it – is still mad at me. This upsets me a great deal, as you can well imagine. Sorry, Justin.
As a public service, then, I offer the following links about the place where he worked for so long (and, I stress, there are some good folks there – including a couple who have told me Justin was a workplace monster, and who have taken concrete and positive steps to clean the place up in the new era). It’s revealing and informative about the Ling era.
- Here’s the huge New York Times investigative report, detailing how Ling-era Vice was “a workplace that was degrading and uncomfortable for women.”
- Here’s the National Post’s exemplary work – and Spin, and Billboard’s follow-ups – on how a boss at Vice Canada actually recruited young women (and men) there to work as drug mules. They’re now in prison, but the former Vice boss isn’t.
- Here’s a Variety story about how two of the most senior guys there have been suspended for sexual harassment and sexual assault. Over and over. For years.
This little guy who was at Vice apparently thinks #MeToo – and guys like me, I guess, who support it – are a joke.
Except we’re not the joke, Justin. You are, for working alongside a gang of pigs and criminals for years, and saying precious little.
And still taking their paycheques.
Dear bitter little shithead:
Got your note. Only lawsuits we’ve got are against assorted neo-Nazis who have promised to kill us, inter alia. You seem to be okay with that. Us, not so much. Have a great day and go fuck yourself.