One is inclined to paraphrase Churchill when perusing the state of political corruption in Canada – “some influence…some peddler“.
Incidentally, the original quote is from an address to the Canadian Parliament during the War (December 30, 1941):
“When I warned them (the French Government) that Britain would fight on alone whatever they did their Generals told their Prime Minister and his divided Cabinet, ‘In three weeks England will have her neck wrung like a chicken.’ Some chicken! Some neck!”
That said, there’s more than the garlic in the omelet raising a stink here. The layered onion mentioned elsewhere will make itself seen one pithy little layer at a time in the weeks, no months to come.
Those who are told as commentators that they might be better spending their time working on discussing the merits of the programs of the various parties can be forgiven for the contemptuous snorts of laughter that follow. Aside from taking dead time from convicts and dissembling the long gun registry and figuring out how to make sure the Olsen doesn’t get his pension what is the program of these clowns. The Liberals have at least taken a shot at development, a good part of the NDP’s non-electability is their candor with their policy, The Conservatives are in a class of their own. On one hand they dare not show their fangs to the centre electorate they are courting for fear of sending them deeper to the suburbs, never to be found. On the other they’ve ground these same fangs down on the hustings to the point that the faithful don’t even recognize them. They’re certainly not sharp enough to get them through a season on the farm. Can one get dentures for fangs?
Toothless policy, toothless scandals…sigh – we deserve better dialogue, better policy.
