Bleeding Out

One sign that a political scandal is careening beyond the control of even the savviest of comms machines?

Sitting down to write about it and you don’t even know where to start.

Good god. There’s blood everywhere! I can’t even tell where it’s coming from. Continue reading

407: That’s How Conservatives Roll

Coming home early evening from the great northeast after the last little bit of the day’s snow flew, we found ourselves behind a plow team making its way south toward the 401. When the opportunity arose, we decided to give the 407 a whirl despite similar ETAs. Cash be damned! You only live once, as old people think the kids today say, neither of us could remember ever having driven the toll road before. 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