…is Dave Naylor. He thought the death of Jack Layton would be a great occasion for a sick little joke.
Got a Twitter account? Let him (and the rest of the world) know how you feel.
UPDATE: And you can always count on the hideous-souled Christie Blatchford for a classy comment:
And what to make of that astonishing letter, widely hailed as Mr. Layton’s magnificent from-the-grave cri de coeur?
It was extraordinary….it’s remarkable because it shows what a canny, relentless, thoroughly ambitious fellow Mr. Layton was. Even on Saturday, two days before he died, he managed to keep a gimlet eye on all the campaigns to come.
The letter is full of such sophistry as “We can restore our good name in the world,” as though it is a given Canada has somehow lost that, bumper-sticker slogans of the “love is better than anger” ilk [sic] and ruthlessly partisan politicking (“You decided that the way to replace Canada’s Conservative federal government with something better was by working together with progressive-minded Canadians across the country,” he said in the section meant for Quebecers).
The letter is vainglorious too.
Gosh, imagine a man who keeps doing his job to the max almost until he ceases to draw breath?
Some would find it admirable.
This narrow, ugly, miserable excuse for a journalist finds it …reprehensible.
I shall merely quote Twitterer deBeauxOs1 at this point. She sums this creature up better than I ever could:
Only police dogs will howl when gimlet-eyed crassly opportunist Blatchford shuffles off the mortal coil.
UPPERDATE: (August 23) The Ottawa Citizen ran Blatchford’s hate-screed this morning. I’ve cancelled my subscription and sent a letter to the editor explaining why. I hope other decent Ottawans do the same.