If you’d told me six months ago Rob Ford would be in the fight of his life against the Big C, I’d have told you you were overestimating the Chow girl.
Was I right or what?
Robbie’s in tough with that tumour business, no doubt about it, but he’s a fighter. It’s not every mayor that could make Sandro Lisi cry, or dare to cold-cock an ex-con with nothing but a burger and fries.
He’s a force of nature. If you don’t think so then pal you got some pussy notion of what nature is capable of.
If the worst happens, you can bet he’s not going to spread some “love is better than hate” bullcrap. More likely it’ll be something about wanting to poke his oncologist’s eyes out. So I remain optimistic.
And let’s not forget to count our blessings.
There’s still tons of undiagnosed and untreated Fords out there, just itchin’ for the chance to save us ordinary Dicks some scratch.
Doug gets a lot of bad press because he carries himself like the skeletons in his closet are real skeletons.
But Toronto needs someone who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, even if it’s with a spade in the dead of night by the side of a country road.
A mayor should know where the bodies are buried regardless of whether or not that’s just a metaphor.
I can’t imagine John Tory intimidating anybody, let alone utter a death threat.
Remember, we’re the fourth biggest city in North America!
And of course there’s little Mikey, who seems like a kid who knows how to shut up and do as he’s told.
I don’t know if Randy Ford aspires to public office, or if some city bylaw would force him to take off his cowboy hat in the chamber.
I can see how that could turn off a man proud of his hat.
Goddamn red tape.