In the Trump era, political scandals of yesteryear are routinely written off as quaint — events from a time when the bar for decency was higher and our collective threshold for tolerating scandal hadn’t yet been dismantled by the brazen, unethical behavior that the Trump administration ushered in.
Memory lane. Muckraking has always been my greatest fun, too. Bless Josh for giving us all so much pleasure, such a schadenfreude filled, experience.
I’m an expat university professor, and TPM reader since close to the beginning. I was at the afterparty with Hunter and the rest of the crew in one of the Rob Ford haunts, and it was the highlight of what is now my ninth decade. Thanks to all.
When we feel deeply embarrassed by President Trump, and what his incompetence and nonsense have cost this country, we can sustain a small amount of comfort remembering Rob Ford.
Wasn’t it Ralph Reed who was Frack to Jack Abramoff’s Frick? Sadly, Ralph never did any time, but instead has prospered well into the darkness of the Trump years. Perhaps nemesis and karma are working together on a future plan for Ralph. We can hope, can’t we?
Every time I see a picture of Rob Ford, I keep waiting for him to go into the Chris Farley character (Matt Foley) who lives in a van down by the river!
OK, someone clear this up for me.
Ford looks like a cross between Goldfinger and Donald Trump, massively enhanced by large doses of crack cocaine and opioids.
When and how did Doug Ford and Donald Trump manage to breed with each other. (Top level discussion only please, nobody wants to know the biological mechanics?)
Goldfinger was last seen getting sucked out of the broken window of his private jet and presumably is now part of the ecosystem of Biscayne Bay. (Gert Frobe, the actor who played him, died some years later. And Goldfinger, being a well cultured Bond villain, would never associate with the likes of Donald Trump.)
.007 would have crushed either of them at golf.
