The Conservatives’ favourite fat wheezy boy with the half-time oranges and the note from matron writes thusly:
Michael Ignatieff was also in attendence [sic] but only for the gold medal game. The Liberal leader and grandson of a Minister to a Russian tsar [sic] took a break from writing a book on his family history long enough to recognize the tournament and descend to mingle with the masses. Ignatieff had a rare chance of witnessing a Canadian hockey victory while living in Canada – the distinguished academic has been largely abroad since the late 60s. A friend joked that Ignatieff told TSN, “I am a fan of the game of hockey, but not necessarily a hockey fan.” For the two men, Harper and Ignatieff, hockey underscores a vital political strength or weakness. For the Prime Minister, voters select someone they see in themselves and they pick someone who understands and shares their concerns. For Ignatieff, voters will sever him if he cannot genuinely tie himself with the threads that line our hearts.
Good grief, what a massive shitload of bollocks.