Last Saturday of the Summer bits and pieces

  • Leitch in, Guergis out: I worked with Dr. Kelly in the 2003 John Tory mayoralty campaign.  She’s brainy, driven and intense: I don’t recall her being much of a social conservative, either.  She’ll be a formidable opponent, to be sure, but with Guergis running as an “independent conservative,” you can easily formulate a scenario where the Liberal candidate comes up the middle in what is a traditionally yellow-dog Tory seat.
  • Apology and retraction: Res ipsa loquitur. As a matter of law, such retractions/apologies may mitigate damages, but they don’t necessarily always extinguish same.  Stay tuned on this one.
  • Power and Politics: I’ll be on Evan’s show on Monday, which will be a lot of fun.  With my friend Tom Clark gone – and with my other friend, Kory Tenecyke, also gone from the political scene for the time being –  Evan’s show will dominate political TV for the foreseeable future.  Tune in if you can.
  • When in a hole, stop digging: One of the things that drives me bonkers is the won’t-die notion that Stephen Harper is The Master Strategist©.  He isn’t. He isn’t! To wit: he needs women voters to get his lusted-after majority.  So what does he do?  He persists in bitterly flailing away at the long-gun registry, thereby reminding women – urban and rural – why they should never, ever vote for him.  To suggest that he always shoots himself in the foot is obvious, metaphor-wise. But it fits.

The campaign’s going great! All these old Tories are supporting me!

Pull quotes from the latest Furious profile:

Actually, just read the whole article.  You almost feel sorry for him.


FUN BUT HIGHLY REVEALING UPDATE: George tweets about going to a debate today. Which, um, er, is tomorrow.

That John Baird?

The one who was simply everywhere during the Toronto International Film Festival last weekend, including at all the kick-off parties, schmoozing with aplomb, and who supped with Mike Harris at a swank TeeDot eatery, and partied the night away with the beautiful and the boldface?  That John Baird?

Naw. Couldn’t be.