It could be just me, but I get the sense that Air Canada isn’t happy until I’m not happy.
(Old one, but good one.)
That’s just fucking great. Just great. Thanks.
It’s a little like being charged with speeding when you’re not in a car.
Or, it’s like robbing a bank when, you know, there’s no bank. Or, say, being busted for breaking and entering, when nothing was broken into and entered.
A first-year law student understands it, and I’m certain you do, too: in order for criminal offences to be successfully prosecuted – and, presumably, the RCMP and the Crown want their high-profile prosecution of erstwhile Senator Mike Duffy for bribery to be successful – there has to be ALL of the criminal act he’s been charged with.
To wit, allegedly taking a bribe.
Now, we lawyers love Latin. We accordingly call this “act” part of a criminal offence the “actus reus.” It’s the action or the conduct part of a crime. In a bribery charge, it’s “accepts, obtains, agrees to accept or attempts to obtain, for themselves…money.”
In Latin, the mental element is called “mens rea.” It’s the requirement of having a “guilty mind.” In a bribery charge, it’s committing the act above in a “corrupt” way.
To successfully prosecute someone with a bribery charge, you need the act part, and you need the mental element part.
Now, the onetime Conservative Senator from PEI has been charged with plenty of other things, too, but it’s the bribery charge that has generated the most controversy. Here’s why: how can Mike Duffy be charged with accepting a bribe when, um, the cops aren’t also charging the person(s) who allegedly offered it?
But that’s what the Mounties and the Crown have done, here, and they look idiotic as a result. They look like they are trying to protect Prime Minister Stephen Harper, instead of enforcing the law.
It was Harper’s former Chief of Staff who, bona fide, entered into discussions with Duffy about repaying $90,000 in improper expense claims. The Chief of Staff hasn’t been charged with anything, and nor has his boss.
Why not? The “act” of bribery requires two parties. I mean, you can’t really bribe yourself, can you? It takes two to tango, bribery-style.
But here, only one party – Duffy – has been charged. Make any sense to you? Me neither.
There has been some speculation that the Prime Minister and his ex-Chief of Staff were not charged because the RCMP, in their wisdom, determined that neither man acted “corruptly.” That is, the mental element was not present.
If that’s so, can’t Duffy’s lawyer – and he’s got an Ottawa criminal defence lawyer who is legendary, believe me – argue the same thing? “Your Honour, Senator Duffy wasn’t acting corruptly! He simply was seeking help to repay the treasury. That’s not corruption, Your Honour – it’s a public service!”
Whenever police forces play politics, it ends badly – mainly for them. They stink at it. They tried to smear the Ontario Liberals mid-election campaign, and arguably helped win the Grits a majority. They blew up the Toronto Police Service’s criminal investigation of the city’s mayor, giving Rob Ford the best news he’s had in months. And so on.
In the Mike Duffy case, the RCMP and the Crown seem to have gotten together, and actually conspired to protect the Prime Minister and his staff.
They can call that whatever they want. I say it meets the “actus reus” and “mens rea” test for something else.
Sure, you lost the Ontario election, and the Trinity-Spadina by-election. Sure.
• Suck it up. Your brand still has value. That’s why federal and provincial Grits needed to kick the crap out of you – your brand had value.
• It wasn’t easy for them. They had to devote a lot of resources to doing that – because, again, you guys represent a real and manifest threat to Liberals in urban Ontario.
• You’re down this Summer, sure, and you’re licking your wounds. But you’ll be back – if you have discipline and conviction.
Take it from this Chretien and McGuinty Liberal: people will write your obituary a million times. Your job is to wipe your feet with the obituaries, and find your passion again.
Both those guys, who I was privileged to work for from 1993 to 2013, were written off many, many times. They came back.
You can, too, Dippers. Now quit your moping.
Nearly 13,000 words in less than a month, Daughter was in opening ceremonies at North American Indigenous Games, sons again tore up the links in a golf tournament – and heading to Sask with Lala early Wednesday. It rained, but whatever.
She’s there – along with 500 other red-jacketed Team Ontario athletes – in Regina for the North American Indigenous Games. Couldn’t spot her, but I am so proud she is there. You can watch the games here.
Miles from any road, far from any other person, are me and the dog. No sounds of traffic, no planes, no power lines, no nothing. I could die tonight, and nobody would know for days. (I like that.)
But I post pictures of the sunset, or the beer I had with my meal, or whatever, and I swiftly hear from people all over, from Newfoundland to out West. It’s amazing, truly.
I know that the popular consensus is that Twitter, et al. are depersonalizing, isolating, and so on. But tonight, I can attest, it feels like I have 100 people over for dinner, and it that ain’t so bad.
Oh, and everything is good, John. Over 10,000 words written, and I cleared some scrub, and tomorrow I clean the boat. Listening to later Son Volt. Wish she was here, wish the kids would call me, but you can’t have everything.