Michael Ignatieff appears to be so disconnected from reality that he is now talking [1] like he is starring in his very own play by Samuel Beckett.
“My popularity goes up, my popularity goes down. And what I do about it is I go into rooms,” he said.
“I go into rooms like the room I have just been in. I listen to Canadians. I take unscripted questions,” he said, noting the Prime Minister runs controlled events with pre-approved questions such as once this week with students preparing a G8/G20 youth summit.
I can just hear the echoes inside Iggy's head: I can't go on! I must go on!
Links:
[1] http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/ottawa-notebook/michael-ignatieff-concedes-rivals-have-done-a-number-on-him/article1575830/
[2] http://rabble.ca/print/babble/canadian-politics/iggy-going-rooms#comment-1143769
[3] http://rabble.ca/print/babble/canadian-politics/iggy-going-rooms#comment-1143781
[4] http://rabble.ca/print/babble/canadian-politics/iggy-going-rooms#comment-1143803
[5] http://rabble.ca/print/babble/canadian-politics/iggy-going-rooms#comment-1143817
[6] http://rabble.ca/user
[7] http://rabble.ca/user/register
Even for Count Chocula, this a new level of surreality. "I go into rooms," has an almost zen-like quality to it.
One of the pundits on P&P made a remark that Iggy can always go back to his castle in France. Was that for real?
ETA: Nemmind, I just googled it: Michael Ignatieff's Provence retreat is modest among the millionaires
I can't let this gem pass:
One of the bookcases included a small TV that was connected to a satellite on the villa's clay-tiled roof.
I wonder what a satellite is doing on the roof rather than in orbit. But who are we to understand the mysterious ways of Iggy?
I'm sure the report meant a satellite dish.