Too soon? Too cold? Sorry.
When it was announced yesterday that Mayor Rob Ford's doctors discovered he has developed a tumour I was surprised, sort of (not really). For a long time I marveled at how he kept going with the manner(s) in which he abused his body. Booze, drugs of all descriptions, and obviously a hearty feed of junk food.
We know from constant warnings in the media that medical science believes we're doing no end of harm to our physiology with the stuff we're cramming into it. And we don't even understand the chemicals in some of our food and medicines. For the most part we just take what's put in front of us and wait to be informed of its degree of lethality.
So, when a bloato like Ford develops a tumour I don't know that it's much of a shock. More like, "yeah, okay, yawn." Yet Ford's conduct and the ramifications that visits on his health are part and parcel of what Torontonians are voting for. He's not Keith Richards. It's not the price of a concert ticket at stake. It's the mayoralty of Canada's largest city. A toxic waste dump should not be draped in the chains of office.