One of my employers got a subscription offer back with the following words inscribed in BIG RED LETTERS:
"Not while Mark Bourrie writes for you. Warren Kinsella".
Now, that's just downright mean. I pick up the Hill Times every week, (mostly for the pictures) and, even though I get it free, I don't slag it because they run Warren Kinsella's drivel. And I read the National Post sometimes, too. I want to know what I'll be missing in a month or two. And I don't believe the rumor that Kinsella doesn't get paid for his column.
And I put my garbage out so Waste Management Inc. can pick it up and pile it on Carp Mountain. And I, unfortunately, deal with TicketMaster sometimes. And I expect my old carcass to be washed and dressed by a member of the Ontario Funeral Directors Association, in due time. So that means I actually have not boycotted any of Daisy Consulting's major clients. And that's OK, because I know they are proud that their guy sows so much goodwill in the community. He may lie about winning lawsuits, and he may be political toxic waste in Ottawa, but he can still wow the yokels in Toronto, and that keeps a whole family off the welfare rolls and living on Winner's Circle. And that's a good thing.
Meanwhile, in those lo-o-o-ng stretched between Shit From Hell gigs, Warnout finds time to threaten my comments posters and slag my friends. It must be really something to be hung up on pee-pee talk and the decade-old scandals of your landlord's ex-girlfriend, and still be able to get up on stage and play the lefty punk. There's a word for that kind of ethical tapdancer. Starts with an "s", I think.
Oh, well. I suppose playing in Shit From Hell isn't an effective way to blow off all of Chinchilla's anger. Maybe he should try his hands at litigating on behalf of people with real troubles. Pro bono, I suggest. Or writing something that really helps the troubled and marginalized, instead of always arsecreaping the powerful. But that would be walking the Liberal walk, not talking the Liberal talk.