You remember those nasty, sadistic little pricks who used to burn ants with magnifying glasses? And then in school they used to get their kicks ganging up on younger kids? Seems they grew up, in a manner of speaking, and got jobs with newspapers.
Clearly, they’re delighted to have what they consider an easy mark in Ruth Ellen Brosseau. As pale puts it over at A Creative Revolution:
You can just imagine the sneering contempt from Canada’s own Villagers.* Sniff. She’s a single mother. Sniff. She’s blonde. Sniff. She worked in a pub, for God’s sake. Sniff. I bet she’s never even had lunch with Jeffrey Simpson. Obviously not a Serious Person.
Oh, and let’s not forget – she’s “controversial.”
I could upchuck from all the ingrained classism, sexism and ageism. So many stinking layers deep, I don’t even want to think about what’s buried underneath it all.
So what if her French needs work? So what if her nomination papers weren’t perfect? That’s it? This is the best you can do, when you’re not torquing bullshit stories about Jack Layton’s massages?
Well, what the fuck, eh? Easy sport. Bunch of hens at a pecking party, at the expense of an inexperienced rookie politician who probably didn’t expect to win and is getting a crash course in the cruel realities of having the corporate media painting a bullseye on her forehead. In school, they used to call this “bullying.” Probably a lot easier than doing real journalism, as Ryan Painter’s argued:
And while I’m citing fellow progbloggers, let’s hear from Saskboy:
And they wonder why fewer and fewer people read or watch them any more, and why they’re held in such contempt.
*Not that this should be news to anyone by now, but the idea that Canada’s got its own self-appointed cadre of insiders – well-connected journalists, politicians, lobbyists and power-brokers who take it on themselves to decide which ideas are acceptable topics of discussion and which are not, who is a person worth taking seriously and who isn’t, which parties are serious contenders for power and which are not – is just another indicator of how closely we’re following our friends to the south down the path of decrepitude. Public policy and and the national discourse are, in effect, being controlled by the members of a cosseted, privileged elite who’ve been inside the bubble for so long that they have no idea how real people live.
Update: Not to mention the snickering frat boy(s) behind this.
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