Robin V. Sears

The slow cheerful growl comes down the phone line and then pauses: “Lash … sin … jher.” It is the signature greeting that hundreds of Canadians in all streams of political life have heard on the other end of the line for more than four decades. In the early years it was usually a call to fellow Progressive…

By this fall, Liberal and New Democrat riding activists were beginning to feel like aging singles, sullen at the endless prodding by boozy aunts at family dinners and cottage barbeques: “When? When are you lot going to finally grow up and get married, ferchrissake! You’re being bloody selfish, you know. Your sulky dithering is abandoning Canada to Harper forever!” Paul Adams is merely the latest aunt to wag his finger at recalcitrant Canadian…