The great thing about Toronto is how sophisticated it is. A World Class, big league city, as it continually reminds itself, right up there with New York, London and Paris. Major league. So-o-o-o-o cosmopolitan. Hip and cool. Celebrities come here all the time.
So hereís whatís going on in the New Paris right now: The mayor and the cityís biggest newspaper are having a feud. It actually started well before the mayor, Rob Ford, won the last election, when The Toronto Star did everything it could to defeat him, based on their contention that heís an ignoramus. Ford won anyway and The Star, sulking, has spent much of its time since then lampooning his weight. Yes, the newspaper thatís all about human dignity and respect for the individual canít shut up about the fact the mayor weighs 300 pounds.
Ford, figuring The Starís never going to give him a fair hearing anyway, refuses to talk to them. Everything gets very childish, with The Star constantly moaning about being shut out of the communications loop. Itís all about freedom of the press and the mayorís responsibility to represent all voters, not just those he likes, or the ones who voted for him. They take every opportunity to belittle him, and he gives them lots of material to work with, making a big show of refusing to attend the annual gay pride parade, and treating council like a rubber stamp until its members get fed up and rebel against him, shooting down his cherished plan to expand the subway system.
The Star isnít satisfied with attacking the mayorís political record, though. They want to go at him personally. They send a reporter up to snoop around his cottage, because he said heíd prefer to be there rather than at the gay pride parade. When he applies to buy some park land near his house so he can build a security fence, they send a reporter to sniff around the neighbourhood and take pictures.