This morning I took a look at the disgraceful treatment of the Toronto Star’s Susan Delacourt by a piggy, vindictive little man who goes by the name of Ezra Levant. It seems that she was caught crying at Liberal Party headquarters immediately after the 2011 federal election, proof positive, according to Ezra, that she was a Liberal Party sympathizer.

Here is her own account of the event, courtesy of a revolting blogger whom I will neither link to nor name:

From April 15 to May 1, when I should have been covering the election, I spent most nights at the emergency ward of the Ottawa Civic Hospital. Then I went into work, drained each day. Do you have parents? Do you know what this is like?

My Dad has a heart condition and he had pneumonia. I was worn out. I didn’t want to cover election night, which meant leaving Ottawa to go to Toronto. My Dad was having tests in the hospital on May 3.

I went to Liberal headquarters on May 2 — I did not want to go, I was worried about my Mom, who was as exhausted as I was. I did go. The Star asked me to be there. I couldn’t file anything; I was pretty much useless to them. Dad, that night, was back at the Civic again, doctors worried he wouldn’t make it.

The next morning, Ignatieff held his final news conference. I was barely listening. My Mom sent me a message in the middle of it, asking me to call her. It turns out that the doctors wanted to test my Dad for a lung tumour; they thought the pneumonia had lasted too long. I left the room and called her.

I went upstairs before the news conference was over. My Mom was crying and asking when I could come home. I went back into the news conference to tell Les, my colleague, that I had to go home. I saw the other reporters hugging Peter Donolo and sobbing. Yes, I said to Ezra, that scene was affecting, and it’s possible I shed a few tears, watching them, but my mind was in another place.

I went up to the lobby and waited for a cab to go the airport. Les came to get me, Peter Donolo came over and said goodbye. I was upset. About my Dad.

When Ezra emailed me a few days later, he said he heard I was crying at the hotel with Peter Donolo. I told him the whole story. He put on air that I was crying over Ignatieff’s loss. Full. Total. Lie.

So now you know the whole story. “It’s possible I shed a few tears,” is a blatant misrepresentation of the facts of that day.

I have not publicized or made a fuss of this story because it would upset my parents. (Who are now fine, by the way… Dad’s had two surgeries.) But the fact that you guys think this is all fun and games is something for which you’ll have to answer somewhere down the line. I’m glad I’ve never done it.

This is what the piggy little man responded:

Susan’s just making stuff up, because she’s embarrassed. We corresponded by e-mail. If I actually said the things she claims I did, she could show the world. Liar

I frankly detest the aforesaid piggy little man, and I got that across in a Tweet. Check out his one-word response:



So there you have it. Disliking Ezra Levant is anti-Semitic. B’nai Brith, bless ‘em, were right all along: Canada is teeming with anti-Semites, and my Tweet will no doubt end up in their annual audit of anti-Semitic incidents.