The Great GreaseMeister Himself
Schadenfreude, I know that feeling. But I can be forgiven, I think. I think, therefore, he is. He is what he always has been: sly, oily, smarmy, wink-wink, nudge-nudge, Myron Baloney. Sorry. Brian Mulroney, former prime minister of this great country. You'd think I might have forgotten that monster-jawed thespian by now, but no. Shame on me.
But talk about a dim, cloudy past. There are so many people in the half-know who believe implicitly that much has yet to be explained about the machinations of this man while in office, yet remain frustrated that compelling new evidence has not been forthcoming, I know I've lots of company in disdaining the man.
That another nasty creature such as Jean Chretien, another former prime minister, attempted through the willingly-eager auspices of the RCMP, to pin him down and was spectacularly unsuccessful in his endeavours, simply speaks volumes of Mulroney's deft hand at subterfuge and dissimulation.
Enter another unsavoury character, former arms dealer and German national, Karlheinz Schreiber - so beloved of his native country that they are eager to have him deported into their waiting arms to warm the jail cell awaiting his return for withholding taxes from the government - or was it merely embezzlement?
It was, in fact, Mulroney's connection with Schreiber and the notorious Airbus deal that the RCMP did their damndest to uncover, certain they could trace an enormous kick-back to our former prime minister.
He's too slippery an eel to be caught that readily, despite a verbal declaration from another former associate in the deal that implicated him directly, and despite the evidence of some very curious Swiss bank accounts. Simply insufficient to do the job. Now here's Karlheinz Schreiber wanting his pound of flesh from his former business colleague, Brian Mulroney.
Having handed over a healthy $300,000 advance fee to Mulroney in turn for his assistance in helping Schreiber build a production facility for light armoured vehicles in Quebec, and a pasta business in Ontario, he launched a suit against the man for non-delivery of said services in ostensible need for a restoration of wasted monies.
For while appearing to renege on their agreement, Mr. Mulroney did not see fit to restore the advance to Mr. Schreiber. Details in a gentlemen's agreement can be so tediously inconvenient.
Tut-tut, glad-handing, Irish-eyes Mulroney forfeiting on his good word, and sterling reputation. Can't blame slimey - er - disappointed Schreiber for demanding that either the services to be performed by the defendant be fulfilled, or the advance restored. Fair's fair, after all. Or let's say it usually is.
Things are not always as they seem in the netherworld that both men inhabit.
But talk about a dim, cloudy past. There are so many people in the half-know who believe implicitly that much has yet to be explained about the machinations of this man while in office, yet remain frustrated that compelling new evidence has not been forthcoming, I know I've lots of company in disdaining the man.
That another nasty creature such as Jean Chretien, another former prime minister, attempted through the willingly-eager auspices of the RCMP, to pin him down and was spectacularly unsuccessful in his endeavours, simply speaks volumes of Mulroney's deft hand at subterfuge and dissimulation.
Enter another unsavoury character, former arms dealer and German national, Karlheinz Schreiber - so beloved of his native country that they are eager to have him deported into their waiting arms to warm the jail cell awaiting his return for withholding taxes from the government - or was it merely embezzlement?
It was, in fact, Mulroney's connection with Schreiber and the notorious Airbus deal that the RCMP did their damndest to uncover, certain they could trace an enormous kick-back to our former prime minister.
He's too slippery an eel to be caught that readily, despite a verbal declaration from another former associate in the deal that implicated him directly, and despite the evidence of some very curious Swiss bank accounts. Simply insufficient to do the job. Now here's Karlheinz Schreiber wanting his pound of flesh from his former business colleague, Brian Mulroney.
Having handed over a healthy $300,000 advance fee to Mulroney in turn for his assistance in helping Schreiber build a production facility for light armoured vehicles in Quebec, and a pasta business in Ontario, he launched a suit against the man for non-delivery of said services in ostensible need for a restoration of wasted monies.
For while appearing to renege on their agreement, Mr. Mulroney did not see fit to restore the advance to Mr. Schreiber. Details in a gentlemen's agreement can be so tediously inconvenient.
Tut-tut, glad-handing, Irish-eyes Mulroney forfeiting on his good word, and sterling reputation. Can't blame slimey - er - disappointed Schreiber for demanding that either the services to be performed by the defendant be fulfilled, or the advance restored. Fair's fair, after all. Or let's say it usually is.
Things are not always as they seem in the netherworld that both men inhabit.
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