So I was at the "Golden Griddle" for breakfast this morning and they had some copies of today's Toronto Sun lying around I was able to read their featured excerpt from shitty lawyer Ezra Levant's unimportant new book Ethical Oil: The Case for Canada's Oil Sands, which they're printing because they're a bunch of stupid, right-wing hacks for whom such propagandistic drivel is the soul name of the game.
I was pretty sure that Levant, being the shitty lawyer and talentless idiot that he is, would have no real defence of Canada's indefensible ecological catastrophe, the biggest single emittor of greenhouse gases in all the world, and reading the two pages of shit the Sun was pushing out confirmed my susupicions entirely.
Apparently the oil sands are good because Canada is good and most other oil producing nations are bad. Using logic and analysis worthy of "Knight Rider" or "The A-Team" or some other bit of childish pap, Levant ignores the main criticism of the oil sands and argues instead that the choice is the USA buying its oil from Canada or from some human-rights abusers in Saudi Arabia or from ("gasp!") the Venezuela of dictatorial "socialist strongman" Hugo Chavez.
Being an imbecile, Levant forgets that most of the oil-exporting nations have thuggish, dictatorial governments because those are the governments that the USA wants them to have. It's not like the USA reluctantly buys its oil from the repugnant Saudi regime. The US government actively supports and protects these corrupt psychopaths.
So, in the end, Levant's argument fails on its own grounds because it's a useless piece of shit that avoids the real issues, and it then turns out to be even more laughably stupid because it's premises are uninvestigated delusions. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Ezra Levant's entire career is a scathing indictment of Canada's political culture. Until we live in a world where insane dumb-fucks like Levant are completely and totally incapable of supporting themselves with their ignorant ravings, we are dangerously compromised and at risk of perishing as a species.
It is so surprisingly bad that one would think that Levant spent two-thirds of the time he was supposed to be writing the book reaching under his belly to jerk himself off to his fantasies about Stockwell Day.