The Vulgar Art Of Selling Out

I don’t even know where to begin here.

So, how about this. Continue reading

Tory No More-ly, Or;

[Exeunt, with bare behind]

Just having extricated myself from agonizingly obsessing over the state of this city’s municipal politics (again), to settle into the saner pastures of writing nonpublished fiction, it pains me to find myself back at it so soon, if only briefly. I hope. Fingers crossed. This time I’m serious. Seriously. Continue reading

A Post-Mortem In More Ways Than One

In the end the only number that matters is 71.

Everything else pales. The unsurprising, lifeless re-election of John Tory as mayor. The handful of upsets and pleasant surprises at the council level. Even the uptick toward a more inclusive representation in City Hall, greater (but still unequal) gender balance, fewer pasty white faces (the Tory caucus, I’ll call them). A typical election night in its disappointments and triumphs. Continue reading