A Thousand Words Worth
I have to admit, that near the end of his career as Prime Minister, I had a kind of appreciation for Jean Chretien. This marvelous bastard took a pie in the face and did he need his security entourage to take care of business for him? Fuck no. He pushed them out of the way and started swinging! Today, when facing a hostile room asking him to answer to the many claims made in Gomery's report does our boy here loose his composure? Fuck No. He lays down a cock & balls joke to lighten the mood! In the Metro this morning I read an excerpt from a question period where Chretien said the following while illustrating the roots of what Chretien claims is Gomery's prejudice towards him (I am not making this up): Chretien: "He didn't like the golfballs I sent him [...] Everybody likes balls." [after a pregnant pause he slyly adds] "...golf balls that is." It takes a certain (and rare) level of testicular fortitude to deal out toilet humor while answering to accusations of defrauding a country of something in the neighborhood of 350 million dollars. It's likely that Chretien is guilty of at least some of these charges as the Gomery report is reputedly quite thorough and damming--and let's face it, its not the first time Chretien or the Liberals have faced charges of missappropriating funds. But say what you will about his corruptions, the dude has charisma. And while everyone should hang for any crimes they may have committed, Chretien is the kind of person that inspires a salute out of me as they walk towards the gallows.