We need to bake a bigger economic pie.
Newly unemployed single mom Belinda Stronach, showing she's going to hit the mother card hard in her race for PM, peppered her announcement speech with references to "our sons and daughters," "motherhood issues," "Canada's youth" and baking. She also displayed an un-prime-ministerial affection for the words "you know."
Premier sets the pace - for leisureSure, Premier Dalton McGuinty breaks all his promises, but at least he leads by example. The provincial Liberals want a shorter workweek, and the roll-up-his-sleeves premier is showing how it's done. He's just headed off for his second major vacation in the last month. He's down in Florida, no doubt to explore trade opportunities like "We'll trade you our shitty weather for your sunny stuff."
Cops clobber with cashCreepy to read Toronto police union boss Rick McIntosh boast in the new issue of the association's propaganda sheet, Tour Of Duty, about recent cost-cutting layoffs in the union's head office. "Money is power and power is money. Without an adequate war chest we cannot represent you properly. I am happy to say that the changes will result in us being able to outspend anyone (his emphasis) who wants a piece of you." And after this uncomfortable honesty, McIntosh announces the union will create a second, sanitized version of Tour Of Duty for the public, without all the compromising, er, juicy bits.
Doug Holyday MIAFiscal conservative freak city councillor Doug Holyday claims to be a responsible guardian of the public purse. So why, when the public discussion of the new budget came to his Etobicoke turf, did the tight-fisted councillor not bother to show? He's paid more attention to lobbyists sleazing around City Hall than to the voters they claim to represent. More prepared to lead the people than listen to them.
T.O. Life touts deathThe latest Toronto Life, lifestyle bible to the city's blue-haired bluebloods and wannabes, bites the wrinkled hand that feeds it. With a "Bring out your dead" headline, the glossy declares another pandemic ahead for our beleaguered city. The shiny front page shrieks "The Next SARS" and promises a more lethal virus is on the way. The only question? "How many will die?" Should make for some awkward moments at the next big wig gathering of the moneyed mag's staff and the city's big-buck boosters, who want all this sick talk to go away.