I’m a huge fan of swearing, but this is still entertaining.
(And Brian Lilley is one of the best people I know, so ya’ll know who I’m siding with.)
And ironically, of all the things to get pissed off at Ezra about, the column in question was quite mild.
For once, it wasn’t what Ezra said. It was who he said it about.
Today Ezra Levant makes a vital point that goes way beyond some online, inside-Ottawa name calling:
Do you know what this is really about? I’ll tell you. Well, actually Pottymouth tells you. It’s about friendship, and cliques, and in-groups and out-groups.
As Pottymouth admits, he’s personal friends with Loewen — “I’ve had drinks with him in bars and been to parties at his house”, he writes.
In other words, journalism to Pottymouth isn’t about seeking the truth — like calling up Tom Flanagan and actually checking things [me: like Ezra did]. It’s about defending one’s team — in this case, a Liberal teammate, trying to pull a fast one about his “non-partisanship”. It’s hilarious that Pottymouth still pretends not to know Loewen’s partisan stripe, despite Loewen’s widely-reported role with Ignatieff.
I guess a PhD can concoct some theory wherein Loewen was some sort of non-partisan party supporter.
Pottymouth hates me and Lilley not because we got our facts wrong. We got them right — as Flanagan concedes. Pottymouth hates me and Lilley because we dare to operate outside the national, liberal media consensus.
That group of intellectually inbred Ottawa dittoheads just agree with each other all day long: Harper is evil; Conservatives are stupid; gun-owners are dangerous; Omar Khadr is a folk hero; Ignatieff is brilliant; global warming is real and other people should change their lives because of it; Obama is the messiah, etc., etc.
Loewen and Pottymouth aren’t just friends. They’re practically family. It’s a fancy family — the ruling class, or at least those who really, desperately think they ought to be part of the ruling class. So they see Ignatieff as their role model, natch — he’s a PhD and a count to boot.
Whereas Lilley and me are dumb shlubs working for a mere tabloid newspaper. And we don’t have our PhDs.
