Whiff of Ignatieff

Michael Ignatieff recently decided that his preferred method of appealing to the Canadian electorate was to effectively refer to the Prime Minister of Canada as the Devil. A man who has spent the majority of his life soaking up pseudo intellectual champagne socialism on foreign shores had the gall to allege that Prime Minister Stephen Harper has the "whiff of sulphur" upon him. On September 25, 2009, Hugo Chavez, the dictator of Venezuela spoke at length at the UN in New York and when referring to the US Presidency used the phrase “the smell of sulphur is gone”. Following the end of the South African World Cup, we now have found a practical use for the irritating vuvuzuelas, drowning out Ignatieff’s unoriginal slurs. When Ignatieff has to resort to regurgitating Chavez and translating old Hungarian proverbs, then it is fair to say that Ignatieff’s impact on history will be no more than the “whiff of scent on a lady’s handkerchief” (Lloyd George). Or perhaps, if we are using other people’s insults, we can say that there is “something of the night” about Ignatieff (Widdecombe). I just hope nobody tells me that I have a whiff of Ignatieff about me. Is this what now passes for vibrant political debate?