Rob Ford’s “Denial”: THAT’s The Best He’s Got, He Might As Well Have Confessed.

So, after 8 days of sitting on his ample backside, Rob Ford has finally gotten around to making a statement about his alleged crack use.  Boy, and what an utterly fucking useless statement it is too. He might as well have confessed.

Here’s the money quote (the rest of the statement being self-serving hand-waiving):

“There has been a serious accusation from the Toronto Star that I use crack cocaine. I do not use crack cocaine, nor am I an addict of crack cocaine. As for a video, I cannot comment on a video that I have never seen or does not exist. It is most unfortunate, very unfortunate, that my colleagues and the great people of this city have been exposed to the fact that I have been judged by the media without any evidence.

This past week has not been an easy one. It has taken a great toll on my family and my friends and the great people of Toronto. For the past week, on the advice of my solicitor, I was advised not to say a word.” Continue reading “Rob Ford’s “Denial”: THAT’s The Best He’s Got, He Might As Well Have Confessed.”

This is where I get off the Rob Ford train

Unlike many Torontonians (yeah, yeah, I’m a suburbanite asshole now, but once a Toronto boy always a Toronto boy) of my class and background, I don’t have a hate-on for Rob Ford. On the contrary, compared to the NDP assholes who used to run this city, his administration has been a refreshing breath of fresh air, and a significant improvement over that of his predecessor, David Miller.  If nothing else, the fact that he started privatizing garbage pick-up – ensuring that Torontonians won’t be held hostage by their public “servants” every few summers – represents a real win for the City (a point conceded by even his fiercest critics at the Toronto Star).  That he drives the editorial board at the Star and the downtown cognoscenti nuts, well, so much the better. Sure, he’s boorish and stubborn and he might over-indulge in fried chicken and booze (although I can’t criticize on that last point), but compared to the usual blow-dried and manicured phonies who pass themselves off as politicians, those rough edges contribute to his appeal.  In short,  I’m a member of Ford Nation.

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