“I don't like nuclear energy.”
Premier Dalton McGuinty comes clean to a Liberal luncheon before explaining that he has no choice but to dump radioactive waste on our grandchildren. No worries - he won't be in office when they're of voting age.
In the fed's rush to pat themselves on the back for finally banning mad-cow-prone cattle parts from all animal feed and pet foods earlier this week, you gotta wonder why the hell this wasn't done before. The Canadian Food Inspection Agency crows that we should, fingers crossed, have a BSE-free herd by 2010. Gee willickers, so that means we have four more years to think about whether that deli stick is going to poke holes in our brains. Guess they're counting on the disease's 30-to-50-year incubation period in people to delay public outrage.
Wrong ward, Sewell
We'd love it if hardworking, curmudgeonly community activist John Sewell were elected to city council in November. But not at the expense of a great councillor, Joe Mihevc, in St. Paul's. Sewell's arrogant entry in that race is as bad as pushy quasi-progressive Adam Vaughan's in Olivia Chow's old Trinity-Spadina riding. Both could needlessly split the lefty council vote, hardly the community-building Sewell and Vaughan claim to believe in. There are plenty of bumbling and beatable conservatives that could be toppled by the former mayor's city smarts.
Why does he shun us so?
By now we half-expect the Tories to skip out on major eco events (like when Enviro Minister Rona Ambrose was the first-ever federal no-show at Toronto's annual Smog Summit). But come on, is the PM really telling us he's too busy to fly 45 minutes to attend the 16th International AIDS Conference in T.O. this summer? So what if heads of state are jetting in from around the world? There must be an important tribute to Quebec's singing snowman that day.
Fort York’s booze corral
You'd think a dusty, underused venue like Fort York had enough problems attracting live music lovers to its remote urban battlegrounds. Alas, pressure from the Alcohol and Gaming Commission of Ontario meant that fans at last weekend's Tragically Hip concert could no longer walk freely around the venue, frothy cup in hand as they once could. Instead, they were corralled like Prohibition-era criminals away from loved ones and guitar solos. Too bad the Fort doesn't acknowledge the holy Canuck trinity of heat, Hip and hops.