So you've just gone out and made a big promise -- to your family, to your boss, to that nice widow emailing from Nigeria. You've made your promise and people love you for it. Praise! Confetti! You are revered; life is great.
Now comes the difficult chore of rolling up your sleeves, and delivering on a creative way of breaking your promise.
One fundamental element of The McGuinty is misdirection. (The other: not crying in public when people call you a jackass.) You must acknowledge that, sure, last time around you broke your promise -- but that was last time! This is this time! And look! Over there! Is that my opponent making sweet, sweet love to the political legacy of Mike Harris?!
And that's when you flee into the hills.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
I Didn't Break My Promise; I McGuintied
Scott Feschuk defines "The McGuinty".