Less than just a pretty face
Or, you might say of Ms. Belinda Stronach, that there is 'less' to the Paris Hilton of Canadian politics than meets the eye. Oh, such a disappointment the wan but aesthetically pleasing Ms. Hilton -- pardon me, Ms. Stronach -- has proved to be. She has turned out to be just what my wife said about her many months ago: "A little rich-bitch who has never wanted for anything, and now thinks she might be able to dabble in politics."
But I, gallant supporter of all female rights to self-determination, eschewed my wife's view, and actually wrote a column supporting Ms. Stronach's quest for the Tory plum, back in the days when she was doing that. I maintained that the lady should not be victimized simply by dint of patrician background, or a pretty smile, or, well, the kind of looks that are only too rare in politics in this country.
And, my point happened to be, even if she looked like the late Charlotte Whitton's twin, I was 'above' either praising or condemning a female political aspirant just because of what she saw staring back at herself from that vanity mirror just above the marble countertop, relatively near to the bidet and jacuzzi. No, I was going to look at the lady from the perspective of what she might be able to give Canadian politics -- an injection of relatively youthful pizzazz. So what if she had no background in the sordid business of politics, everybody has to start off somewhere. Who knows where her potential would take her?
Well, now we know where it would take her. It took her to the cheesy, sleazy Grits. And, alas, I must confess that by her action, it makes her as cheesy and sleazy as her new bedfellows, and I wish the aspiring Ms. Stronach nothing but ill political fortunes. 'Human Resources' indeed. Just the spot for a person who will have to get her head around the idea that 'Corner Gas' is not pure fiction. No, sweetie, there really are people who live in little towns like that in the hinterland, just like there are people who live in rainy logging camps on the West Coast. Isn't that cute? Even more adorable, some of them are even poor. Can you get your adorable blonde-ness around that?
Sail on, o ship of state.
But I, gallant supporter of all female rights to self-determination, eschewed my wife's view, and actually wrote a column supporting Ms. Stronach's quest for the Tory plum, back in the days when she was doing that. I maintained that the lady should not be victimized simply by dint of patrician background, or a pretty smile, or, well, the kind of looks that are only too rare in politics in this country.
And, my point happened to be, even if she looked like the late Charlotte Whitton's twin, I was 'above' either praising or condemning a female political aspirant just because of what she saw staring back at herself from that vanity mirror just above the marble countertop, relatively near to the bidet and jacuzzi. No, I was going to look at the lady from the perspective of what she might be able to give Canadian politics -- an injection of relatively youthful pizzazz. So what if she had no background in the sordid business of politics, everybody has to start off somewhere. Who knows where her potential would take her?
Well, now we know where it would take her. It took her to the cheesy, sleazy Grits. And, alas, I must confess that by her action, it makes her as cheesy and sleazy as her new bedfellows, and I wish the aspiring Ms. Stronach nothing but ill political fortunes. 'Human Resources' indeed. Just the spot for a person who will have to get her head around the idea that 'Corner Gas' is not pure fiction. No, sweetie, there really are people who live in little towns like that in the hinterland, just like there are people who live in rainy logging camps on the West Coast. Isn't that cute? Even more adorable, some of them are even poor. Can you get your adorable blonde-ness around that?
Sail on, o ship of state.
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Your wiritng is an example of actions proving motives and what a person will do for power.
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