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April 22, 2005
The Unbearable Lightness of Being Prime Minister
This letter was emailed to the Prime Ministers office on April 22, 2005. Copies were sent to Stephen Harper, Jack Layton and Gilles Duceppe, the leaders of the other parties in Ottawa.
Let's see what happens.....
~ AP
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Dear Mr. Martin:
It’s time to go.
You have brought this country to a new official low, and for that, “You’re fired.”
I know it wasn’t all your doing. It couldn’t have been. Even at your best you couldn’t have pulled off all the twisted corruption that lies at the heart of the party you lead and the office you hold. You’re just not good enough. That rotten little Jean Cretien left you with a pile of garbage to deal with and it’s beginning to reek. But the fact remains that it is your garbage now and you sir, are responsible for it.
So the only two possible questions are:
“Did you lie about what you knew and what you did?”
or
“Were you so incompetent that you didn’t know what was happening around you?”
Either way you’re doomed. Doomed to stand at the head of a line of ‘joke’ politicians whose legacy will always be tarnished by either a single event or circumstances beyond their control. For you it’s probably a combination of both. So sad but true.
Kim Campbell was one. No force on this earth or the heavens above could have won that election for her. But she stood up and went in and fought the good fight and took it on the nose for the better of the country.
She had balls.
You do not.
While watching your speech last night….no….speech is the wrong word. Pathetic, begging, entreaty to the people of Canada is the better term for it. While watching that shameful display I was reminded of a scene from the movie ‘Scarface’ with Al Pacino. The scene where his coke dealer, car salesman boss, Frank Lopez is on his knees begging for his life.
“Noooo Tony! Don’t kill me Tony! Please don’t kill me! You can have anything you want! Anything! But please don’t kill me!”
Now you, the elected Prime Minister of a great country have lowered yourself to begging. Begging for your political life.
That is the low I was referring to at the start of this letter.
My God sir, have you no pride?
When Tylenol had its crisis, what did it do?
The company did the most unheard of and one of the most brilliant moves in the history of business. They pulled ALL of their product from all of the shelves, knowing full well that most of it would be fine. But they didn’t take any chances with the people. Their business has been handsomely rewarded ever since.
When Martha Stewart was convicted, what did she do?
Did she cry and whine and beg for freedom? Did she waste years of time and no doubt millions of dollars, both personal and public, to launch appeal after appeal? No. She said “Fine, let’s get on with it.” She went to jail as fast as she could. She did her time without complaint and got on with her life and the life of her business. And even though she is still under house arrest, she is being handsomely and deservedly rewarded for what she has done. She will end up bigger and better than ever.
She’s got balls too Mr. Martin. Something I believe you once had, but haven’t found in years.
If you had half the guts you should you would be leading the call for another election. Make the people decide. Throw down the writ like a challenge to the people, to put their vote on a piece of paper and see what happens. Then, if you are re-elected, you will have the moral right to govern.
Then, you will have to wait for the Gomery inquiry to end and then you will be tested again to see how hard you hit back at the litany of crooks and liars.
Mr. Martin, you have wealth beyond any scope I will ever attain. You never have to work another day in your life. Ever. So the only reason I can think of for continuing as you do in politics is ego.
A huge ego. But pride goeth before the fall Mr. Martin. And that’s what I don’t get.
With an ego like that, how can you beg the way you do? It’s a strange dichotomy to watch in action. A man who acts with a huge ego, but no pride.
Tonight Mr. Martin, I want you to go home. And when it’s dark and nobody’s watching, I want you to reach down and see if you have any balls left. And if you find you do, then give them a squeeze and use them. And let’s see if they’re as big as Martha’s.
So don’t wait to be forced into it. Call an election. Let us, the people (you do remember the people don’t you?) decide what we want. And then if we screw up, you’ll be able to say, “I told you so.”
And your pants will fit better too.
~ AP
Posted by Anonymous Pundit at April 22, 2005 08:42 AM