Shortly before I left the insipid city and province I grew up in, I saw change. On October 25, 2010 (1 year ago) I saw Toronto finally vote in a mayor that was no nonsense, said it like it is, and was going to put Toronto on the right track again. Sure, your pundits could find plenty of material to use as fodder. Many challenged your lack of political correctness and rough demeanour, but there were enough of us that saw that it was the required personality to do away with wasteful spending and arcane policies.
Since I moved to New Brunswick, you have continued to make the news with controversy. I’m not talking about political decisions, spending cuts, budgetary concerns or other job related things. I don’t even care that you didn’t attend the pride parade. I’m talking about off the clock: vulgar gestures at your constituents regardless of circumstances but in the same breath, disregard for the same cell phone law that we’re all subject to, then along came this 911 call and the details that unraveled afterward. The call was entirely unnecessary based on the footage I saw, and your behaviour afterward was nothing short of deplorable and unbecoming of your position. Every last bit of controversy surrounding you was initially met with denial, but then recognizance and apology.
Mr. Ford, I turned a blind eye and voted for you in a dying city hoping for change. I’m now ashamed, and glad I’ve left.
Toronto, occupy Nathan Phillips Square. The gravy train may be over, but that doesn’t mean your host should treat you like shit.