If you’re in trouble and you’re getting bad advice, you tuck your tail under and you hide.
That’s what London’s Mayor has been doing. As you may recall, Joe Fontana was accused of using a Federal Government – Public Works, to be exact – cheque to pay for his son’s 2005 wedding reception. It has been more than a month and the Mayor has not disproved the allegations. As councillor Joni Baechler told me on Friday, “we were all willing to be patient for a week but this has gone on too long. No explanation is forthcoming and no documents have been shown.” Last week our Mayor bowed out of the Mayor’s conference in Ottawa and put another council member in his office and simply went AWOL. I asked Baechler where he was. “No one knows”, she said. Come on out Joe and break up with us like a man. Did you really think $20,900 for a swanky reception paid with PW cheques would never come back to haunt you?
I have never run down a husband so I’m feeling like a pretty darn good wife. A woman in Arizona ran down her beloved because he admitted he didn’t vote on US election day. She was for Romney and she thinks her husband’s vote would have made the difference, I guess. She chased her hubby with the family Jeep through a parking lot. He hid behind a light standard so she circled around to get him. She pinned him between the Jeep and the curb and sadly, the 36-year-old man is in critical condition. The strangest part of the story is when police said the woman wasn’t under the influence of either drugs or alcohol. Just an Obama-fueled rage.
Also last week, Kevin Clash, the voice of Elmo on Sesame Street, nearly lost everything when a young man came forward to say they had started a sexual relationship when he was underage. Clash was put on suspension, headlines screamed that Elmo might be a pedophile. Then the young man, now 23, suddenly recanted. It took a few days for the truth to come out. Clash paid the man six figures to retract his story. So it was good old fashioned blackmail. Sesame Street will never be the same. Please don’t tickle me, Elmo.