“Somebody has to point a finger at town politicians and say, 'You should be shot. If ever you had something that was gonna attract people from all over the world, that's it, sitting there. And you're gonna turn it into a grocery store.'”
Rick Wakeman of Yes isn't roundabout in denouncing the plan to gut Maple Leaf Gardens and turn it into a Loblaws
Globe gets goofy for summer
If we really lived in the ray-soaked world that is the Toronto Sun in summer, the city's streets would be overflowing with halter-topped rollerbladers, the beaches would be crammed with sand-tossing bikini'd babes and giggling girls racing into Lake Ontario's waves, and Ashbridge's Bay would be a lager-lad nirvana. The flannel-faced Globe and Mail even got into the fun this week, slipping in a shot of scantily clad beach volleyballers to anchor Tuesday's Toronto section. Can a sexy securities trader of the day be far behind?
Conservatives may still crash
Progressive Canadians fret nervously as justified voter disgust with the corrupt federal Liberals might launch a Tory breakthrough in the election. But the lunatic majority of the rebooted Reform/Alliance has weeks' time to horrify moderate voters. The latest flame-out saw MP Cheryl Gallant say there's no difference between abortion and the beheading of Nicholas Berg in Iraq. If Stephen Harper weren't the Stepford candidate, he might even cringe.
K-k-k-kooky CAA call
The Canadian Automobile Association (CAA) should stick to charging batteries and helping people fish keys out of locked cars. The auto boosters announced a wacky $18-billion plan to get local traffic moving that's straight out of the expressway-loving 60s. The nuttiest idea in the capital-intensive proposal suggests that expressways be built over the lake, where no local residents can complain about roads tearing up their homes. If anything should be built on the lake, it's windmills.
Ford a charity Edsel
This weekend's Ride For Heart, which saw over 14,000 cyclists, rollerbladers and pram-pushers fill the closed DVP and Gardiner, is one of the city's annual feel-good stories. Someone should tell sedentary sourpuss east Toronto councillor Rob Ford. The ever-cranky crackpot, while claiming to support charity, squawked that the city's arteries were clogged with fundraisers. In fact, the entire weekend was a healthy celebration of unclogging that was lost on the stodgy, budget-slashing boor.