The Ontario election seems to have turned into a supermarket tabloid. You know, those formulaic mass-produced glossies full of breathless pseudo-insider tales of “Brad” and “Jen” and “Kim," as though knowing celebrities’ first names somehow wafts you into their shallow lifestyle. Ugh. Click here to read the rest.
Anyone feel like gallivanting off to Paris for a day? Eh? Too much jet lag to be useful the first day? And too expensive? Well, you’d make a lousy politician. Click here to read the rest.
Where have all Ontario’s ridings gone? They seem as disposable as our sense of community. Click here to read the rest.
How can public servants enjoy such lavish perks yet seem so unhappy? Click here to read the rest.
How can we expect good government from politicians so clueless about themselves? I mean, take Ontario Premier Kathleen Wynne. Please. Click here to read the rest.
Tim Hudak is a boob. And if that means Kathleen Wynne gets re-elected, don’t blame me. It wasn’t my idea. Click here to read the rest.
Lately I’m having trouble taking the news seriously. Perhaps you’d care to join me. Click here to read the rest.
The shock and sorrow that greeted Jim Flaherty’s sudden death are a tribute to the genuine warmth he brought to the often cold and ugly world of politics. He deserves to be remembered for his grit, kindness and the twinkle in his eye. But his legacy was not what they claim. Click here to read the rest.