Mayor Ford is a great, sweaty dumpling of a man. He likes football, drinks a bit, hangs out with rounders and is not the sort of chap you’d have to dinner in Rosedale.
He is certainly not from anyone’s top right hand drawer. His populist politics get ip the noses of the Annex dwellers.
Toronto has always thought itself a serious competitor with New York, London and Paris; but the awful truth is that it is actually more like Cleveland. The election of Ford underscored the vast gulf between how Toronto elites see their city and it s actual reality. If your world is bounded by Spadina, The Beaches, Eglinton and the lake, there aee nor a lot of Rob Fords in it. In your world he’s a freak.
Move out to the burbs and you hit Ford Nation. Guys who might get lite up on St. Patricks Day. Guys who coach kids playing football or hockey or baseball. Who could use to lose 40 pounds.
Ford has made a few mistakes. Apparently he may have made some of them on video. Dumb at the same level of dumb as Trudeau’s pot use is dumb. But here is the key difference. Just in is just the sort od thin, unsweaty srick of a man the matrons of Rosedale would kill to have to dinner. Very New York, in fact, gasp, Paris. Ford is Cleveland all the way down.
And that is unforgivable.
Which means it will be all the more fun if Ford has the gumption to tell the media party to shove it.