If you’re still up and have insomnia tonight, go to/watch the live stream of tonight’s Executive Committee Meeting at Toronto City Hall. (If you live in Toronto and/or care, that is.)
This is the average citizen’s chance to talk to a smirking Giorgio Mammoliti and an alarmingly red-faced Rob Ford (seriously, Rob Ford? Go to the doctor. You do not look well. I don’t think you should be so ruddy and sweaty. It’s not normal. I may think you’re a terrible mayor and everything, but I don’t want you to drop dead in the middle of a hearing) for exactly 2 minutes about why they should not cut daycare or horticultural services or paramedics or the Hardship Fund, which buys medical devices for poor seniors. (Honestly, they’re going to cut it! What, is there also a Motion in Favour of Kicking Puppies?)
Anyway, I was there tonight for about an hour and a half, and I will write about it in more detail tomorrow, but I wanted to make a brief observation: as much as I love to go on about politics and as much as I think the world would be a better place if everyone would just do what I think is right, I could never be a politician. Because if you are a politician and you manage to get elected, you will have to sit in a room and listen while peolpe you don’t agree with berate you for hours on end. I have a hard time reading blog comments I disagree with. I can’t imagine doing it in person.