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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Everything old is new again

It seems my former arch nemesis from my tenure at the Port Dover Maple Leaf back in last century is still doing what he does best - annoying the hell out of anyone even marginally more progressive than King George III, especially women. I'm sure he will take Antonia's critique to heart - not.
I'm pretty sure this is the same Ian Robinson who was the editor of Maple Leaf's main weekly competitor, the Simcoe Times-- back then he was a right-wing reactionary who delighted in the faux populism of people like Preston Manning and pissing off anyone who's knuckles didn't drag the floor. I seem to recall that when my predessor at the Maple Leaf was more or less run out of town on a rail for suggesting in print that one of the local service clubs' annual blackface minstrel show was an appalling disgrace (this was in the late 80's--the 1980's not the 1880's), Ian was either silent or said something about it being a harmless local tradition.
As long as politics didn't come up, Ian was generally a personable guy when the press gang were out for beers and a lot of us suspected his rabid conservatism was just a contrarian pose. I guess not.
Nice to see that in our ever-changing world, we can still count on some things to stay exactly the same.


David said...

Sweet Fanny Flagg, what a load of horse hooey. I suppose we should be thankful that all the unemployable from Ontario head west and foul the air out there.

democommie said...

Mr. Rev. Paperboy, Sir:

I stayed on that page as long as I could. What an asshole. Seems you can tell a lot about how reichwing men think about women, by what they obssess on.

Shinigami Kayo said...

reaches for gravol (A Canadian must to any and all who read such tripe). I keep it in my Coach bag :p

the rev. paperboy said...

yeah, I still can't believe his wife didn't kick his ass for that pile of shite. Ian was always a bit of a wingnut, but his wife, who worked at the local daily paper way back when, always struck me as a decent person, even if she did turn me down for a job at her paper.