One has to wonder what drives an author like Harper Lee – or any other “reclusive” author – to live a life as far away from her literary legions as possible. One also goes on to wonder why she wrote only that one – albeit incomparable – novel and no more.
After watching the horrific scenes of criminals, vandals and thugs (not the peaceful protestors) destroy Toronto yesterday, it only illuminated the professionalism of Toronto police, as well as police officers from other jurisdictions.
It also illuminated the complaints from numerous people who complained bitterly that far too much money was spent on security. The naivete is astonishing. I hope these same complainants saw the images the rest of us saw on television Saturday; cruisers burned, glass smashed, incendiary devices hurled toward anything that could be set alight, to name just a few.
It shocks me that while police endured being spat at, injured, insults tossed at them, not to mention the goading and taunting by these thugs, that they tolerated this behaviour. Should it be the other way around, how many of these “protestors” would take it as the police did? “Police brutality” would be repeated over and over.
So before the bleeding hearts complain again that too much money has been spent on the G Summits’ security, remember the vicious attacks that have occurred thus far. You might also want to consider that two Canadian soldiers were killed in Afghanistan yesterday while defending our right to democracy and to allow idiots like some of these violent protestors a free pass to destruct anything in their path.
I read this Star article before I had food in my stomach or caffeine coursing through my veins. I must make a note to do both in future, before I read any more of Georgy-boy’s drivel.
This nitwit, who’s still licking his chops after devouring a billion bucks over at e-Health doesn’t seem to know whether he’s coming or going. Mind you, he’s certain of the dates for his China-sponsored trip to attend an “international mayors’ forum on tourism,” even though he’s never been a mayor. If you want to read his spin on this one, click HERE.
You gotta love his comment, “Clearly there’s an appetite for ‘Just say no’ (to city spending) that has been captured by my primary opponent, Mr. Ford…”
Obviously, he and Dalton have never entertained the option of reining in spending, so this must come as a revelation to George, like a lightning bolt zapping his head on a clear day.
Let’s hope the GTA doesn’t vote for this smarmy politician.
Herewith, my column in today’s edition of the St. Catharines Standard newspaper…
Another fine example of politicians at work. Regional Niagara councillors regularly ducking numerous meetings, names withheld, unfortunately, with nary a reprimand in sight. Voters ought to remember these strays when next an election comes around… that is, if their names are reproduced for all to see.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I’m hoping for a follow-up article on the “he said/she said” nasty quarrel between Mayor Brian McMullen and Chief of Police Wendy Southall. Frankly, I’ve seen Junior Kindergarten children disagree with more diplomacy than this sad sack of simpletons.
Good God! The title of this Star piece ought to be simply called Bondage in Mississauga.
I have a hard time believing my ears listening to usually hard-handed-Hazel admit that the employee in question is STILL employed. If bondage, hazing, and humiliating discipline aren’t grounds for firing the aberrant employee, then what the hell is?
This deviant needs mental health counselling, Hazel, not another pay cheque. Give the job to someone who knows how to supervise a City Works Department office, not someone better suited to running an obviously warped – not to mention kinky – “tyrannical domination” establishment.
Are we witnessing yet another lenient, sweep-it-under-the-carpet, type of reprimand?
I’m so tired of these idiots abusing their employment and getting away with it. Come on, Hazel, I’d tell you to crack the whip, but that might be in keeping with some of the perverts over at City Works.
I (accidentally) tuned in to CNN this morning and almost choked on my coffee when I saw the latest incarnation of former CITY TV newsman John Roberts. I thought I was looking at Beaver Cleaver, or was it Jerry and Kramer from the episode about flat hair?
I’m going with Beaver Cleaver.
Not that I care much about these TV types’ appearances, but Roberts looks as if he’s been transported back to 1959 after the Barber of Seville mistook him for a high school senior and slapped half a tub of Brylcreem on his head and combed it neatly into place.
To make matters worse, some moron at CNN decided to colour Roberts’s hair a pale shade of blood-orange, or was that a discontinued ’70s shade of Clairol strawberry blonde? Either way, this hue that escapes even a decorator’s colour wheel is pretty darn frightening.
The particular ‘stylist’ CNN has on staff must have stock in that orange dye (even if you enunciate orange en français, orange is still orange, you know what I mean?). I’ve noticed in the past that CNN’s favourite curmudgeon, Larry King, has also sported this exact same shade, with not a speck of grey to be found… and he’s pushing eighty, for God’s sake. Maybe they were trying to match Larry’s hair to his new orange suspenders. Who knows?
I’ve tried to find a picture of Roberts on the Internet with his new ’59 do, but I can find not a one. Only his previous styles can be found, much more appropriate for a man his age. Now that his Clockwork Orange locks are slicked down with BedHead he strikes a remarkable resemblance to an amassed gene pool donated by Tom Brokaw and Dan Rather with a bit of Roger Mudd tossed in for good measure.
On the other hand, perhaps even CNN has realized the error of its ways and pulled John’s doo-wop style off the ‘Net.
Someone needs to call the Miss Clairol support line pronto.