Harry Wolpert, the fiery Liberal candidate from St. Vital, seems to have developed some kind of verbal tick.
Symptoms include barfing out disrespect to the leader, and delayed public apology-itis.
Don't worry, though. Many folks go on to lead productive lives despite such ailments as Harry has recently displayed... in the newspaper.... and on Twitter....
In politics, verbal tick-ing isn't always a bad thing, right? See corruption, blurt out 'hey, that's wrong' before you consider the implications. See an opportunity, shout out 'we need to do this' before you consider how much investment will be required. Its the gut-reflex, emotionally driven method of the Ecstatic.
And Ecstatics change the world too, right?
Stasis, the bane of Bacchus, is assaulted by tick-driven Dionysians like our friend Harry. The status quo takes a good hard kick in the pants every time the blurter step up to the mic. Even the most rational and self-controlled among us secretly admit that we want, nay, we need oracular epiphanies from the ecstatics to shake sh-t up.
Its refreshing to see a man blurt his real heart on his sleeve, a fashion sorely missed of late (the fake hearts you see everywhere, of course. I think they manufacture them in China now...)
Anyways.
This time, Harry's words actually got traction in the media. I'll bet he's a little overwhelmed by all the attention (go easy on him, everyone.) I'll bet he's had a letter or two from the big red machine, and unlikely they were birthday greetings. A lot of ears this time, eh Harry?
So what happened? Why did the mega-phone suddenly show up at Harry's lips? Why did the intrepid Steve Lambert, Winnipeg's Canadian Press on-the-ground guy, suddenly start listening to Harry's epiphanies?
And why is this story the most popular on-line Freep Liberal story to date?
(... and why no follow-up story of Harry's response to the article?)
Well....
There is a battle between orange left and blue right which is of late held in the middle. Annoyingly, the middle is occupied. So both blue and orange soldiers are forced to dance amongst the red, who also swing swords. Maddening inconvenience, especially for the Orange soldiers who feel red should be on their side anyway.
Orange thinks that if the red King left the field, his soldiers would run to the orange flag. And so the orange Kings and Queens would vanquish blue, forever and ever, Amen.
That's a story that sells newspapers.
Orange minions click on that Freep link as if tickling the Oracle. "Oh Bacchian Oracle, tell us we might be rid of the Red King."
Hey, keep clickin' kiddies. Wear your mice out on that one. Have a blast, have a clickin' party, and get all Bacchian up in there. You crazy kids.
Now, for the rest of us:
Have you noticed that not even G-d has unanimous backing here on planet earth?
Does Dr. G. exist on a plane so far above any other leader that he could not ever be questioned, challenged, or blamed on any point?
Did someone spike the red cool-aid?
We need events like Harry's Dionysian blurt-fest. We must be reminded to look hard into every corner, every nook and cranny. The unexamined life is not worth living, and it is always time to take a good, hard look at ourselves. The unexamined leader is not worth supporting, and it is always time to talk about the pro's and con's of one's leaders.
Well... almost always time, right Harry?
I'd say right now, Harry needs a big rouge hug...
((((Harry))))
Chill out, dude. And welcome to the show.
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