Yes, BC Blue, Dean Skoreyko, Toronto Star Just Ain’t a Classy a Paper as, Say, The Toronto Sun?

It’s been awhile since I’ve verbally bitch slapped a blogging supposiTory.  I’m going back to it, because, well, they just lend themselves to it. BC Blue Dean Skoreyko, Come on Down!  You’ve just been the next contestant of a Ck verbal bitch slapping.

We all remember BC Blue, don’t we, boys ‘n’ girls? He’s the McCarthyist out looking for any and all anti-Harper groups, literature, blogs and articles in the media, etc. etc. Because, well,   it’s just unCanadian and unpatriotic to criticize, slam and hold the Harpercons to account in the eyes of Dean Skoreyko.

Today’s latest hyperventilation from Dean is, well, let’s just let him tell it in his own words, because, I can’t possibly do it justice.

How a newspaper could use someone’s illness in such a blatantly phony way to go after another political party or person is beyond decency especially after stating that politics should be removed from the discussion for the time being.

Poor widdle Dean is, of course, referring to the Toronto Star’s op-ed from yesterday.  This particular paragraph is what he most takes issue with, I’m sure.

Harper runs an overly controlling and secretive government that is engaged on a cost-cutting agenda that may threaten key services, is obsessed with crime, and is needlessly worried about immigration, to cite a few controversial policies. It needs to be held to account.

Yeah, the Toronto Star is a classless paper, indeed, unlike the Toronto Sun which published these comments by (ahem!) ‘well wishers’ .  I didn’t see you denouncing those vicious, evil commenters who were celebrating Jack Layton’s illness over at his favourite paper.  Or perhaps he’s complaining that the Toronto Sun closed its’ comments’ section, crying suppression of free speech? Maybe ol’ Dean joined in their evilfest? Did you publish any of those comments under a pseudonym, Dean? Wouldn’t it put past ya.

Oh Dean, get off your high horse! It’s you who’s the hypocrite here.  The idea of potentially no one around to hold your precious Stevie Harper and his puppets to account is something that makes you salivate more than Pavlov’s dog.  Truth be told, you’re most likely happier than a pig in shit right now.  Now go roll around with them.