Pinko is more like it.
What’s with these clowns? They waste our time with schoolyard bravado — and don’t even have the decency to blush.
Yet they wonder why voters roll their eyes and elect rebellious ruffians like Rob Ford. Could it be the hard-working citizenry has had it up to the teeth with Silly Hall?
If you chance upon this week’s council conflab, the last before the Oct. 27 vote, you likely will see red, especially if you are a citizen of Ford Nation.
The posturing and pontification explains how a crack-smoking party fiend with shady pals and a potty mouth, who recently crawled out of rehab, can have a decent shot at reelection.
First thing Monday, there was the Pink Lady, Councillor Kristyn Wong-Tam, spiffy in pink blouse and scarf to “commemorate the end of Rob Ford as Toronto’s worst mayor ever.”
Well, as I understand it, you lowly voters will decide in two months if it’s the end of Rob Ford, though Ms Wong-Tam is free to hope and dream.
Councillors Janet Davis (pink blazer), Mike Layton (tie), Gord Perks (shirt), Maria Augimeri (dress), Paula Fletcher (spectacles), Sarah Doucette (ensemble), Ana Bailao (shawl), and Pam McConnell (bathrobe?!) joined the impromptu pink parade in council chambers.
They stood out like sore pinkies.
Mayor Ford — who has seen more than his share of pink elephants — seemed to bask in reflected mockery. His face glowed pink, presumably for good health and a lack of vodka and other substances.
A few folks accidentally wore pink, including one policy adviser to the mayor.
I asked Councillor Wong-Tam: Why pink?
She reminds me it’s the official hue of anti-bullying campaigns, for which Ford is the poster boy among many councillors.
To paraphrase Don Cherry, it is also the official colour of Commie pinkos.
In keeping with the theme, our beloved leaders named a street after Marxist martyr Salvador Allende, president of Chile in the early 1970s.
The unanimous vote included that of Councillor Paula Fletcher, no surprise since she is a former leader of Manitoba’s Communist party.
But Rob Ford?
The motion was vaguely titled “naming of proposed public street at 1145 Ossington Ave.” — no mention of Salvador Allende — which helps explain why even our mayor, that anti-pinko, voted for it, as is usually automatic with items from community councils.
So Salvador Allende Court will appear in a west-end townhouse development. Take Fidel Castro Crescent to Lenin Lane, past Mao Ave., then make a hard left.
Other weighty matters on the table this week, before the politicos fan out in a bid to convince us they’re not all numbskulls, include battling raccoons, e-cigarettes and misogynistic songs like O Canada.
Councillors are really sucking up, with a whopping 400 motions and endless speeches about how we are better off since they got elected.
But back to the local pinkos.
You know, nothing screams “look at me! me! me!” like pink.
Elvis knew this, and drove a pink Cadillac. The flamboyant Cherry knows this, too, as does his tailor. Cherry famously wore flowery pink at Ford’s swearing-in, a lifetime of videos ago.
For Elvis and Don the Swan, pink works. It’s extravagant. It’s hot.
But would you want Mssrs. Presley and Cherry running City Hall? (Hey, Strobe, not a bad idea ...)
The likes of Wong-Tam, Davis and Fletcher constantly harp on the Ford Brothers Circus, yet stage their own sideshows, such as the pink protest.
You get to decide if that warrants pink slips all ‘round.
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