Musings —08.06.2010 08:53 AM—
That’s how I described John Tory to the Star and the Globe. It was a bit of a paradox, I said to Kelly Grant of the Globe (who also owns a beautiful lab named Roxy, but that’s coincidence for another day): “The things that made him so attractive to Toronto voters – his decency and his honesty – are the things that persuaded him not to enter the race: he can’t fake it. He’s a honest guy. He had to have a burning passion for the job to run. You need that burning passion to win.”
And he would’ve won, too. Big time.
So the race is what it is. Rocco Rossi is a good candidate, but unfortunately no one knows who he is; a lot of them think he should have run to be a councillor first. Rob Ford is a joke, and his manifest unsuitability for office is going to be shortly revealed to the city, in forensic detail. George Smitherman has run a low-bridge campaign when he shouldn’t, and he doesn’t have anything resembling a vision; the “Furious George” appellation isn’t unfair, either – it’s a highly factual description of the person he has become.
Sarah Thompson is an impressive and interesting person, but she too should have run for council first. Like Rocco, not enough people know who she is. Joe Pantalone is evidence for the proposition that the Left is entirely sitting this one out – they couldn’t figure out what to do after Adam Giambrone beat a hasty retreat, and now they’ve given up on holding onto the mayoralty. (Adam shouldn’t have bowed out, by the way, but that’s a debate for another day.)
The Summer 2010 re-draft John Tory movement – like the Summer/Fall 2009 draft John Tory movement that preceded it – was partly about John, of course. He would have been the best mayor Toronto has ever had, hands down. But it was also a response to the lack of enthusiasm people have for the candidates now offering themselves for election. That’s a pretty sad state of affairs for Canada’s biggest city, but that’s how it is.
Canadian politics sure is weird, these days: people seemingly have more enthusiasm for who isn’t there, and not who is. I’m open to hearing about your theories as to why that might be.
In the meantime, pop by the SFH/Rockin’ Al/Kill For You gig at the Bovine gig tomorrow night: you might bump into a candidate (and a former candidate) or two. Maybe you can convince them in a way that I couldn’t.