Christie Blatchford is an Idiot

I don’t hate Christie Blatchford. I don’t think I hate anyone. I mean, I hate the Toronto Maple Leafs and whatever evil laboratory produces things like Justin Bieber, the Swiffer, and SUVs. But to hate a person takes an effort, a caring, a malice that I can’t expend on Blatchford. However, I am deeply offended and saddened by what she wrote yesterday on the National Post site about the passing of Jack Layton. I won’t hyperlink it, out of respect and frustration, and I imagine if you found your way to this sentence, you can find it on your own. I guess my problem is that I just don’t understand what Blatchford’s intentions were.

To be so callous and dismissive just hours after the death of a man who did nothing except dedicate nearly every waking minute of his adult life to making his country better. It was a lack of grace and tact that is beyond understanding. And here’s where I get confused. While many of us were mourning and celebrating a life, Blatchford took the time to sit down and write a horribly shortsighted and vengeful post-obit editorial and indictment of a good man, and a benevolent life. But to what end? What was the point? To anger those who appreciated and loved Mr. Layton? And the fact she doubts the sincerity of his letter to Canadians is beyond offensive. Ms. Blatchford, many people write out their final thoughts. Mr. Layton’s were both a tribute to his life’s efforts, and the spirit with which he lived. And his final words contained a beauty and selflessness that I fear those of Ms. Blatchford’s ilk will never understand, and that is a tragic flaw:

‎”My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic.

And we’ll change the world.”