I am a man of many words. Too many. My long-suffering editor needs a chainsaw to take the column I file most weeks and make it fit into the print edition of The Grid. Here’s a paragraph cut from this Thursday’s column, presented without any other context:
How far gone are we? Strident pinkos in the public gallery cream their jeans whenever Deputy Speaker John Parker takes over. This unapologetic conservative—the man who stuck the dagger in the heart of the Jarvis bike lanes and was an MPP in Mike Harris’ Common Sense Revolution—has become a pin-up boy for leftist council-watchers simply because he appears to know and follow the rules and manages not to call anyone names while moderating council’s debates.