“Stephen Harper has shot himself in the head.”
Democracy Watch's Duff Conacher on the shambles our newly minted PM has made of his ethics rep with the appointment of his campaign co-chair to the Senate and former defence industry lobbyist Gordon O'Connor as minister of defence.
Harper's big FU
Are we scared yet? A frightening bunch, that crew sworn in on Parliament Hill Monday. Worse than Harper's gargantuan lapse of ethics in his cabinet choices are the local pols falling over themselves - that includes you, Mayor David Miller - to assure Torontonians that Harper appointees Phony Tony Clement and Jungle Jim Flaherty "understand Toronto." Spare us the crap. These Mike Harris throwbacks gave T.O. the middle finger when they were dismantling health care and telling the poor to eat canned tuna while giving their buddies on Bay Street huge tax cuts. What makes us think they're going to do us any favours now?
Leah McLaren's blond moment
Globe scribe Leah McLaren cemented her place of privilege among loyal fans while flogging her new novel, The Continuity Girl, at the Gladstone January 31. Lovely Leah can't help looking down her thin nose at the adoring masses. She mocked a woman for agreeing to date a homeless person. Later, she went on a rant about how there are no class differences in T.O. And how being a journalist on a film junket is like being a hooker. Like she would have a clue. Get a grip, girl.
Magic Marley mauling
Bob Marley, who preached one love, might take exception to a city award given out on his birthday going to racial-profile-first, ask-questions-later proponent Councillor Michael Thompson. How a power-hungry cop apologist like Thompson qualifies as a promoter of understanding is beyond us. But, then, so is the committee's choice of keynote speaker. This year that honour went to former police union headcase Craig Bromell, and we all know how instrumental ol' Brass Balls has been in promoting police-black-community relations. Yeah, right.
Just when you thought there was no room left in public space to slap up yet more advertising, the brainiacs at Pattison Outdoor come up with another monstrosity to mess with the streetscape. This time it's a four-sided 12-foot-high obelisk that will no doubt give Gucci four more reasons to sell us on the sex-inducing qualities of its latest perfume. And we thought the city was serious about not adding more useless clutter to our streets.