Krusty Blatchford and the City of Sissies

And so it came to pass that the ghastly Con scribbler Krusty Blatchford was strolling trolling through the streets the other day, when she came across a group of young boys hugging each other. Farted loudly.

And did declare Toronto to be a City of Sissies.

I know men have feelings too. I just don’t need to know much more than that. On any list of The 25 Things Every Man And Boy Should Know How To Do, hugging is not one of them. Killing bugs is. Whacking bullies is. Kissing is. Farting on cue is. Making the sound of a train in a tunnel is. Shooting a puck is. Hugging is not.

And herself to be a bearded lady... 

I am wearying of men who are so frequently in touch with their feminine side they, not to mention me, have lost sight of the masculine one. I’m just plain sick of hugs, giving and getting, from just about anyone, but particularly man-to-man hugs. And the novelty of being the toughest guy in the room – and by this I mean me – is getting really old.

You know, I think this is the most disgusting article I have ever read in the MSM. It reeks of homophobia. It stereotypes a whole city. It argues for confining men to emotional cages. When so many men, particularly older ones, are already so emotionally stunted they can't even tell their sons they love them.

And the same twisted logic if applied to women, would have them trying look like Hooters' waitresses to please their manly masters. Or confine them to the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant.

But of course, for me the most disgusting thing is what she has to say about bullying.

I remain convinced that the best way to stop a bully is not to go mewling to the teacher, who will only call the victim’s mummy, or to your own mummy, who will only call the teacher. The best way is to take the bully out for a short pounding after school...

Even though she lives in a province where gentle kids are being bullied to death in record numbers. And violence is the problem not the solution.

And how do I know that? Because I used to fight a lot, and pick fights with bullies to teach them a lesson. Until my buddy Seb, who is a martial arts expert, taught me that kind of mindless aggression only makes matters worse. And that real men can be tough and/or gentle.

But then why am I surprised eh? When only Cons and other morons could ever be fooled into thinking that the bearded one had any class. 

Just like nobody with an IQ higher than a plant could ever think she was a good writer.

As I approach those years, I still have no idea why it is that as one gets older, one grows more flatulent, but I do recognize it as a curious truth...

How on earth did it come to this, that despair so perfumes the air?

Or a serious journalist.

In 20 years in journalism I have never seen anything resembling the systematic and sustained repudiation to which Christie Blatchford, the Globe and Mail‘s marquee columnist, is being subjected by her own newspaper. There is room in any good paper for disagreements among colleagues, and frankly there should, for a long time now, have been room for more of that at the Globe. But this goes further. This is breathtakingly methodical. And I believe it was needed.

Instead of just a crass, ugly, bitter Con, spewing filth out of every orifice.

Yup. For the sake of all those men still trapped in life denying emotional cages, too afraid to hug their male friends to show how much they love them. As I do all the time, whether they're gay or straight.

For the sake of the gentle children who are being bullied to death. For the sake of human decency.

Please write the Post, and tell them that Krusty should be FIRED...