Be my friend for at least a year
Tonight I’ve set aside my spy novels and adventure potboilers, because the news channel offers far superior material to anything available at the local bookstand. The current government seems to have a certain amateur air about many things including the “dating game”, if revelations from this evening are credible.
Let’s rewind a little bit. We’ve had a certain minister from Nova Scotia that became enamoured of another well-placed and wealthy politician. When she decided to change political allegiance, he was left looking a little silly over the naked heart on his sleeve. OK, one unpolished relationship doesn’t mean much in the real world.
Well, about a week ago, very public questions were asked concerning the background of another cabinet minister’s companion. All concerned were quick to reassure the public that nothing untoward had taken place; this was all a pack of lies, this was slanderous, the usual litany of statements. Until, out of the blue, the same minister resigned today and the young woman agreed to appear on a national news program.
Some guys have all the luck, goes the line from a Rod Stewart song. A beautiful new girlfriend, a role on the international stage, even a nudge-nudge-wink-wink from the POTUS (President of You Know Where) on how lovely the young lady appeared. (Odd remark, but it fits with the gang in power). Let’s ignore any background she might have had with guys who ride motorbikes. When she mentioned during the interview that “Maxime told me that I would have to agree to be his girlfriend for at least one year”, I wondered where this guy went to high school. It didn’t work like that when I was playing the “dating game”. Usually, you asked someone to go out, or to go out again. I never heard of anybody putting a “minimum sentence” into the equation.
The interview gets better. There were classified documents that the minister left behind at her place, and an home intrusion alarm system that seems to have been tampered with, and the counter-intelligence team that believes someone removed secret listening devices from her home. Do you see the resemblance to a cheap pocket novel yet?
A quick recap: former biker chick that has a role in airport security, dating a cabinet minister; some spies in the bedroom and the Official Secrets act breached, and the minister suddenly resigns and the evening isn’t over yet. I will be staying up for the news later this evening, because this story may “have legs” as they say. Finally, some good gossip from Ottawa!
Somehow, the Foreign Minister dossier seems to get offered to the socially inept in this current government, again and again. To quote the prime minister, the Opposition is filled with “gossipy old busybodies.” Yes, Stevie, but with good gossip…
