Ford's remarks to Joe Warmington in the Toronto Sun about rehab being "amazing" and like "football camp" had all the markings of a kind of treatment patient I like to call "The Fonz." These are the clients that enter rehab totally cool, calm and collected. They have everything under control. They also tend to be full of compliments.
Chequebook journalism distracts from the core duty of reporting the news. Instead of publishing a story about the existence of the video, the Star's editors haggled over the price of possessing it. In an era of layoffs and demoralized newsrooms, paying cash to drug dealers is not in the public interest. We don't need more photos of Rob Ford with a crack pipe. We need money for gathering news.
Mayor Ford has finally allowed himself, in his own words, to be "vulnerable" and seek help for his substance abuse problems. I don't like Ford. I didn't vote for him. Politically, he and I are at opposite ends of the spectrum. He has shown misogynistic, racist and homophobic streaks. A lot of people like his regular-folk demeanour and manner of speaking, but I cringe at his delivery. I hope he doesn't get re-elected. But the man is, by all accounts, an addict. He deserves some privacy, and some decent human compassion for what he, and his family, are suffering.