This week, the embattled federal Conservatives received a gift from the Gods: enough Rob Ford drama to deflect attention from the serious -- but far less entertaining to urban hipsters -- senate scandal in Ottawa. First there was Ford's sudden ousting of Chief of Staff Mark Towhey - a move a source told The Toronto Sun was precipitated by Towhey urging Ford to go to rehab. Then, there was Ford's public statement adamantly denying doing crack or being a crack addict ... in the present tense. The Toronto mayor even made The Daily Show, for goodness sake.
Not wanting to be left out of the party, The Globe and Mail came out with a Saturday front-pager on the Ford siblings' alleged past misdeeds, complete with super-silly pseudonyms and an account of Doug Ford's alleged Hashish dealing in the 1980s (though no on the record named sources). It's all fine and well to follow along with this Ford fiasco -- how can we not? But as taxpayers and citizens, we should be careful that we don't become so distracted by the local guy squirting mustard on our shirts that we fail to notice the gentlemen from Ottawa carefully picking our back pockets while we fuss.