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The multimillionaire Ford brothers who inherited their fortunes and the political niche carved out by their late father are the definition of social elites yet their unwavering supporters eat it up when the brothers slag the lowly rank and file proletariats at the Star and G&M as the sleazy elite.
It’s rich that guys who are in a position to gift Cadillac Escalades to family members are throwing the word elite around as an attack and insult. If these two didn’t inherit millions and their late father’s name and network of connections, they would probably be in the gutter or dead by now.
The multimillionaire Ford brothers who inherited their fortunes and the political niche carved out by their late father are the definition of social elites yet their unwavering supporters eat it up when the brothers slag the lowly rank and file proletariats at the Star and G&M as the sleazy elite.
It’s rich that guys who are in a position to gift Cadillac Escalades to family members are throwing the word elite around as an attack and insult. If these two didn’t inherit millions and their late father’s name and network of connections, they would probably be in the gutter or dead by now.
Walter Lis
Simple sloganeering has elected many vile politicians, most notably back in the days when ordinary people did not have access to endless quantities of information, 24 hours a day, practically everywhere.
But with a minimal modicum of effort, any Toronto voter in 2010 could have learned who and what Rob Ford was, both as a person and as a politician. The fact a majority decided a political lightweight was still the best person to lead the nation’s largest city is a testament to how little voters actually bother to care about anything anymore.
This is chilling, not hilarious. And the phenomenon is not restricted to the people of Toronto, who now deserve our sympathy and compassion, not ridicule.
Simple sloganeering has elected many vile politicians, most notably back in the days when ordinary people did not have access to endless quantities of information, 24 hours a day, practically everywhere.
But with a minimal modicum of effort, any Toronto voter in 2010 could have learned who and what Rob Ford was, both as a person and as a politician. The fact a majority decided a political lightweight was still the best person to lead the nation’s largest city is a testament to how little voters actually bother to care about anything anymore.
This is chilling, not hilarious. And the phenomenon is not restricted to the people of Toronto, who now deserve our sympathy and compassion, not ridicule.
http://www.winnipegfreepress.com/opinion/columnists/when-the-ford-jokes-stop-208982891.html