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entry for 2003-01-27 (11:47)
In which our plucky young hero could do that too, if he was married to Olivia Chow.
My reactions to Jack Layton winning the NDP leadership, in some rough numerical order:
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- So, does this mean he now has no excuse not to run for city council, or what?
- Oh, good! Toronto has had far too little influence on the country for so, so long. Now maybe this neglected little corner of the country will have someone speaking out for it.
- Man, some of those young female campaign workers are cute, in an indie-record-store kind of way. How wrong would it be to join a political party to pick up chicks?
- Well, probably less wrong than joining a party to score cheap concert tickets, so there's that.
- Layton is famous for his work on homelessness. Toronto is famous for its homeless problem. If J-Lay's NDP becomes a serious political force, the attack ads just write themselves: thirty seconds of footage from Tent City (ideally including someone smoking crack) and a concerned voiceover saying "This is what Jack Layton did for Toronto. Think about what he'd to do Canada."
- "J-Lay" is kind of lame, but let's face it, when it comes to political nicknaming, weak efforts like "Dubya" and "Puff Daschle" are considered home runs. I think I'm competitive in that league.
- The father served in Mulroney's cabinet, and then the son became a 'dipper. There must have been some fun talking at those Christmas family dinners.
- For the first time in years, I've actually cared what the NDP has to say. Admittedly I'm now at the point where I'll take a moment to listen to them, then dismiss what they're saying. But dude, I'm listening.
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