You’ve seen the type. A spoiled brat, youngest son of a rich family who was granted enviable freedoms and privileges by busy or lazy parents who’ve let him go his own way and supported him with money and inattentiveness.
That’s the likely upbringing—if you can call it such—that helped produce the trainwreck that is Rob Ford, Mayor of Toronto, crackhead, drunk, sudden and unaccustomed loser.
Some young people can take that blessing of a wealthy and liberating upbringing and ascend, leveraging their advantages to achieve great things. Not Robbie.
Mayor of Toronto may be the culmination of his life’s successes unless he shapes up
Now in utter disgrace, abandoned by those who once courted his favour, Robbie is still trying to uphold the highest position he’s ever held in his life and perhaps the last great success he may win.
Of course you can’t write off the reality that any human being can redeem him or herself and recover the essential decency and excellence smart people can muster and groom in themselves. So there’s a possibility that Robbie, an utterly self-indulgent fat slob with a better brain than he currently manifests, can do amazing things.
But whether Rob Ford will be able to make a comeback in Toronto isn’t up to him.
He has cursed his brand. Pissed in his soup.
His politics were the same dopey, rightwing litany of “save taxpayers money” and “stop the gravy train” without any of the sensitivity he would show people face to face.
He wouldn’t tell a poor individual he encounters to “go out and get a job” in a market where jobs just aren’t available. But he’ll say that into a microphone because he can’t relate the same way to the public as he does in person.
He’s an ideologue with a face-to-face conscience, but none in the actual practice of doing damage to people.
He’s Baby Huey in human form: A callow, naïve blubberbutt who’s learned too little about who he is and what he can get away with and still retain an audience that doesn’t get drunk with him or fucked up on dope.