Mr. Michael Bloomberg,
19 East 79th St.
New York, NY
U.S.A.
My Dear Mr. Bloomberg,
You don’t know me, but I beg you to accept my sincere sympathies for the terrible mauling you suffered in last Wednesday’s debate of Democratic presidential candidates in Las Vegas.
“May you live in interesting times” – apocryphal Chinese curse.
Donald Trump is on a roll.
He came out of Impeachment Week stronger than he went in. His party of bootlickers is thoroughly in his thrall. His opponents are at sixes and sevens. His base is hardening. His poll numbers are up. He skillfully and cynically – with a mix of outright lies and distortions – turned his State of the Union address into a campaign rally, complete with chants of “Four More Years” from his Republican lickspittles in Congress.
Canada’s Conservatives and the Democrats south of the border have two things in common, aside from being on the outside looking in.
First, both parties are lost, confused about their identity and unsure which way to turn find the path to power.
Second, both parties, although defeated, actually won the popular vote in their last elections – yet neither has any confidence that the leader they are about to choose will lead them to victory.
If anyone had asked earlier this month who would be the last two candidates standing on the final ballot at the Conservative leadership convention in June, I would have said Rona Ambrose and Jean Charest. I might even have wagered a toonie on that eventuality.
John Carnell Crosbie, who died at 88 in St. John’s at the end of last week, was not a politician like the others – not like any other I have ever come across.
He was very smart, witty, opinionated, at times outrageous, sarcastic, chauvinistic, and contemptuous of those among his fellow politicians who got ahead by going with the flow. Crosbie was not a “going with the flow” sort. He was his own person, an independent thinker and unpredictable performer, fearless (or foolhardy) when it came to spurning political correctness.
There is nothing like a leadership race to stir the blood of political practitioners and start their adrenalin pumping, to ignite the latent ambition of newbies, and to cause oldsters to revive dormant dreams of leadership glory.
It’s like that in the federal Conservative party as 2020 begins.
Premier Doug Ford,
Queen’s Park,
Toronto
My Very Dear Premier Ford,
I fear I have neglected you terribly. When you scored your historic victory back on June 7, 2018, punting the evil Liberals into outer darkness and restoring democracy and good government to our province, I promised to provide you with regular readings from the applause meters we have installed across Ford Nation.
Here is a project for 2020.
Do something about 24 Sussex Drive, the official residence of the prime minister. Either fix it or tear it down.
The 34-room mansion, built between 1866 and 1868, is a disaster, deemed by inspectors to be in “critical” condition. Although it may not be in peril of falling down tomorrow, it is deemed no longer fit for habitation.
If politics were a rational enterprise, an opposition leader whose party won the popular vote and increased its seats in the Commons by 20 per cent, while reducing the governing party to a minority, would be hailed, if not as a hero, at least as a significant achiever.
But politics, like the stock market, is not a rational endeavour. Achievement is not judged by results alone. It is also measured against expectations.
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