In a nice change from ranting about Rob Ford (who still hasn’t denied smoking crack. I’m just saying), I came across this story from Queen’s University. Now, I’m a former Queen’s grad, but I’ve long since lost any respect for the place. Even when I was there it was painfully politically correct, but since I’ve graduated it’s fallen even further downhill – bottoming out, or so I thought, in 2006 with the proposal to hire “dialogue monitors” (i.e., the modern, politically correct, terminology for people we used to call “rats”, “finks”, or “stoolies”) to spy on their fellow students to denounce politically incorrect thoughts. At the time, I think I wrote a letter to the Queen’s administration asking them to take back my degree, but I suppose they still harbour the (mistaken) illusion that I might someday give them money, because I never heard back from them. Continue reading “Queen’s University vs. Captain Underpants”
My favourite line: ” you smoke so much crack/how come you ain’t losing weight?”
So far, that’s the best defense for Ford I’ve heard so far – he’s too fat to be a crackhead.
Rob Ford must be part of the zeitgeist.
After all, someone has recorded a rap track about him.
Corey Charron, a 21-year-old from Ottawa who recently won a $5,000 freestyle competition on American network BET, uploaded his latest creation on Sunday night.
The lyrics present an entirely fictional scenario in which Charron tells his story of sharing illegal substances with the mayor of Toronto. (Also, it includes a bit of swearing — you’ve been warned.)
Charron — who performs under his last name — was among the many outside of Toronto who couldn’t help but follow coverage of the allegations that have surrounded Ford over the past week.
The statement which the mayor gave to media on Friday afternoon, in which he denied being a user of crack cocaine or addicted to crack cocaine, provided a soundbite hook for a rap narrative.
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As if the Rob Ford gong-show couldn’t get worse, we have breaking news that both of his press-secretaries have quit, citing ethical concerns about continuing to work under the Ford administration. According to the Star:
George Christopoulos, Ford’s press secretary, and Isaac Ransom, Ford’s deputy press secretary, both resigned and walked out of city hall Monday, a source with knowledge of their departure told the Star.
Sources said both men resigned on principle because they felt they could not continue in good conscience after Ford’s statement on Friday.
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.”
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.
When Mayor Rob Ford succeeded in contracting out garbage pick-up in the western half of Toronto to Green For Life (“GFL”), a private garbage company, he said that GFL could do the work more efficiently, and critically for taxpayers, less expensively (to the tune of $11 million per year), than city workers. Needless to say, Toronto-area lefties were having none of that.