“This is a second-rate idea for a second-rate police state with a second-rate police chief. ”
Civil rights lawyer Clay Ruby on Chief Julian Fantino's wigged-out proposal that police should be allowed to collect DNA samples from crime suspects. Touché.
Bambi blood lust
McGuinty's crew has finally buckled to the demands of the powerful hunting lobby at Queen's Park and now plans to allow hunters to kill up to six deer each per season. They're currently allowed one. The government says deer populations are out of control, but who the hell needs six deer? The answer: those interested in buckskins and horns, not the meat.
The richy-rich corporate set heading to the Olympics - we're talking the CEOs of McDonald's, Amex, et al. - will not be staying in swank hotels, but on specially outfitted yachts anchored in the harbour near Athens. All so they can make a fast getaway in in the event of that much-rumoured, and probably much-hyped, terrorist attack. Some corporate "security packages" include helicopters, armed body guards and a motorcycle escort to and from events in bulletproof limos. Guess who gets to subsidize the high-living honchos? You and I. CEOs will deduct these yacht packages from their income taxes.
Mole crawls out of his hole
Grant Bristow, the former CSIS mole who blew the whistle on the neo-Nazi Heritage Front, is emerging (in a Walrus magazine interview on the stands this week) to tell his side of the story 10 years after he turned tail and moved to Alberta. Questions have always dogged Bristow over his involvement with HF. Was he sent in by CSIS from the get-go to destabilize the group, or was he paid to rat after he saw colleagues being targeted - and rounded up - by the cops? Can a former security consultant once approached by the South African government to spy on anti-apartheid groups in Canada be trusted? The questions continue.
South Riverdale kvetch
Crazed Shuter and Queen East residents have been complaining to anyone who will listen about The Cinderella Man crews messing with their peace and quiet during filming in their neighbourhoods. If you've experienced the altered state those Depression-era sets throw passersby into, you'll agree it's worth the short-term aggravation