As a young journalist, I admired him, and I admit it, I had something of a crush.
At a time when national television media was populated by drones, Peter Kent was a rock star. The Anderson Cooper of his day. A man unafraid to venture into dangerous territories. A man with conviction, a man who spoke with an authoritative voice.
How did Peter Kent become a shill for the Conservative Party?
It is true, his career had already hit a new low when he hosted a bad business show on Global, with Deirdre McMurdy. And it didn't help when he started dying his hair that odd dishwater brown favored by men of a certain age.
But thanks to his own hubris, Peter Kent has become a little shit.
There, I said it. I'm not afraid of using unparliamentary language. I won't apologize for it.
There he was yesterday, in the House of Commons, acting so much like the school vice-principal deflecting the genuine outrage of the opposition with the sheen on his hair. He goes to international meetings to do the devil's bidding -- effectively snubbing his nose at all well-meaning efforts on the environment -- and shaming this country with his egotistical swagger.
It's no wonder Justin Trudeau lost it yesterday.
But I'm glad to see that the MPs in the House are growing balls and aren't taking his windbag bluster. It reminds me of the good old days, the rat pack days, and Justin Trudeau seems to be the pied piper. There's a guy I'd like to see running for the NDP leadership!
Justin seems to have encraptured Jack Layton's French immersion kindergarten class.
Maybe the Tory dirty tricks will wake up the opposition once and for all. The ops may not have a majority but, as the King George might say, they still have a voice.
I can't wait to hear more.