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Here, reproduced under the Fair Dealing provisions (§29) of the Copyright Act from today’s Globe and Mail is Rex Murphy's take on this issue.
Deep down, the front bench is shallow
Deep down, the front bench is shallow
REX MURPHY From Saturday's Globe and Mail May 30, 2008 at 7:08 PM EDT
Scandal is the adrenalin of politics. There is nothing that quite so fires the partisan blood as the spectacle of the other party caught with its pants down. And that, both metaphorically and otherwise, is what we have had this week.
So we can only estimate the glee of the opposition parties on Parliament Hill when Maxime Bernier managed to wed carelessness over an official document to his combustible relationship with Julie Couillard, the pneumatic siren who apparently robbed Mr. Bernier of whatever sense of caution or maturity he may feebly claim to possess. Throw in the atmospherics of Ms. Couillard's past associations with the Hells Angels just for colour, and what we have seen on the Hill for most is a reality that outstrips the wildest dreams of an opposition mind at its most permissive.
This is a scandal that sparkles; it's in a league of its own. You could tell that we were in truly fresh territory here when veteran press gallery observers had to reach back to the dim mists of the last century and the Gerda Munsinger affair to find anything of like parallel. The Munsinger story is so grey and mouldy it has museum dust on it I pay him the ultimate compliment when I say that if the Bernier affair had happened in the United States they would have finished casting the Movie of the Week already, and Pamela Anderson (with a change of hair colour) would be looking at a personal renaissance as the very obvious choice to play the buoyant Ms. Couillard.
Stephen Harper must be furious. And that must be a phenomenon in itself. He will have noticed that as gasoline prices per litre reach something of an equivalence with platinum by the pound no one has been talking about Stéphane Dion's carbon tax this week. Whatever slender thread of an agenda the Conservatives could claim to have left has been blasted by the thunderstorm of the opposition's operatic denunciations.
I know there are serious matters at stake here – the documents left to mildew for five weeks, a foreign affairs minister sharing an orbit, whether tenuously or not, with a biker gang. But I suspect what really hurts the government, and drives Mr. Harper's formidable fury is that the whole mess is, finally, so silly. We may mutter on as much as we please about “state secrets” or “grave harm to our allies” and all that, but really this whole business is foolish.
It is silly, and “silly” is the one characteristic we never thought to drape over the Harper administration. But it projects something even more deadly for the Prime Minister. It shows how alone he is. Alone in this sense: that once you get past the picture of the Prime Minister himself, his obvious intelligence and capacity, and raise the question of who on his front bench is his equal or near equal, the answer is no one.
And how is this point best illustrated? Well, not the least of the ironies that dance in their legion around l'affaire Bernier is that when Mr. Harper looked to find an immediate stand-in he went to … David Emerson. That's correct, the very man who on the night of his election victory in Vancouver as a Liberal so splendidly pledged to be, and I quote, “Stephen Harper's worst nightmare.”
And when now Mr. Harper is caught, truly caught, in a monumental pickle and casts about for a rescue, who is the only adult in the room? The answer is the no-nonsense, high-achieving businessman, first recruited by Paul Martin, who was so explosively sworn into the Harper cabinet bare weeks after uttering that impeccable taunt I just quoted. All the depth on the Conservative front bench is contained in the person of a man elected as a Grit.
Most of the other early meteors in the Harper heavens have had their brief flare, spluttered and fallen to earth. Rona Ambrose, effectively, departed the spotlight. John Baird, for a while, seemed to offer (outside the House) something resembling a warm human temperament in conjunction with a streak of competence. Since wandering into Environment however – he replaced the afore-mentioned Ms. Ambrose – Mr. Baird's lustre has dimmed. The Finance Minister, Jim Flaherty, earns most of his headlines pummelling the Premier of Ontario, the very province in which the Conservatives most need new support. Mr. Flaherty is a brilliant kamikaze pilot – a vote getter he is not.
This is what the Bernier affair graphically signals to the Canadian public – the lack of charisma, talent, judgment, or simple maturity in the Harper front bench. And unlike all the other semi-scandals that have distracted us this last while, this one – for all its silliness and folly – signals an ominous message. The Harper government is, more or less, just Stephen Harper.
Well, to be fair – Stephen Harper and David Emerson. A genetic Conservative and a competent Liberal – the Harper team.