Colin Horgan watches Question Period.
There we had it. The prepackaged, ready-made plastic rhetoric, delivered directly from the Party Message Factory still hot, like a cardboard gruel mixed up in the dark basement of some think-tank strategy session and served directly to the masses over and over again in heaping spoonfuls — a beige, emulsified goo designed to infect the mind and glaze instantly.
In a word, it was unhelpful. But there will be more tomorrow. There’s always more.