I shook hands with Toronto Mayor Rob Ford today.
He was on the sidelines with his Argos which is my side of the stadium. The sunny side.
There he was just walking by and I was the only person to recognize him.
"Hey Rob!" I shouted and he heard me right away. He had to shake hands with security on the way over but he came right up to me eventally.
"I'm a big fan buddy" I said smiling in full Stampeders gameday dress. He shook my hand and pulled out a Rob Ford fridge magnet from his breast pocket. It looked like his last one, and gave it too me.
Cool, I thought. Totally unexpected. There is a special place in my heart for the heroes that succeed in leftard strongholds.
That was when the fun began.
A lefty in the crowd noticed the happy encounter and could not let it stand. Ford was mercifully out of earshot when the fat slurs started. Rob Ford being "a big fat fatty" as Glenn would say, and the mayor of the enemy city team at a football game, I paid it no mind. All in good fun.
Ford came back though and the fat insults started again. Mean ones.
"I love you Rob!" I shouted as an offset. That was when the gay insults started being directed at me.
Good, I thought. This is the left. This is what Andrew Breitbart told us about. Hypocrites and cheaters and cowards. I show love. They show their hypocritical homophobic hate.
Rob came back again and the fat abuse started up right on que. I turned around and lo this leftard a-hole is fatter than I am. That is pretty fat.
"You are pretty fat yourself!" I said, still smiling.
"That was uncalled for!" He faked indignation.
"Do you hate fat people?" I asked rhetorically. There were a lot of fat people around. Heck some of the best line backers on the feild are big fat fatties.
"No No its beautiful," he retreated further.
"Exactly," I ageed victorious. Big fat fatty leftard hater backed down exactly as I knew he would. Not another peep emanated from the man.
There is something about the left I can't tell you. You have to work it out for yourself. If you know the left, then you know. If you don't, then only the way for you to understand is to hear the voice in your mind come to its own conclusion upon observing the unspun facts.
I strongly suggest Andrew Breitbart's final book "Righteous Indignation" to help you find your way.
My Stamps lost in the end, but it was still fun. Good day.