So here’s the hubbub, bub.
I’ll start off with a link to a rebuttal to the issue we’ll be discussing which appeared on Brutish & Short.
Christine ‘Christie’ Blatchford writes for the far-right tabloid National Post, an infotainment periodical best known, much like Sun News Network, for filling an apparent void in objective (read: Conservative) journalism.
I suppose it is the height of objectivity to shit on a dead man, which Ms. Blatchford did with the savagery and skill of a seasoned expert. I mean shit, when it comes to writing something truly awful, Blatchford is second to none.
She has apparently been under duress since her Monday evening hatchet-job re: the outpouring of grief and the general public reaction to the loss of Jack Layton, which can be read here.
By her account, she’s been receiving a lot of hate mail beginning Dear Cunt. Read the attached articles and you’ll understand why.
Good job Christie Blatchford. I’m going to do everything I can to Santorum you.
2 thoughts on “Christie Blatchford shits on a dead man”
“Blatch” is the sound effect of shit hitting print. It’s pretty mean-spirited to assume a dead guy’s emotional letter was a political ploy as if the guy was faking to care about things all these years. I suppose political sociopaths that live politics as a killfight in their writings or broadcastings each and every working day just assume that everyone is just as coldly calculating. Some people do politics as mammals, some as reptiles.
Here’s a better-written version of points I’d made.