Speaking of offices, after today I’m expecting the Whip will be assigning me a renovated washroom somewhere in a forgotten corner of a vermin-infested dank basement in Ottawa. That should go well with my seat in the House of Commons that will be visible only during lunar eclipses.
Uh-huh. That kind of a day. This one MP came face-to-face with the party machine in a series of unhappy meetings including one tonight with the prime minister. I think it is now safe to say my career options within the Conservative caucus are seriously limited. If you would like a course on how not to be popular in Ottawa, then take a seat.
Did I know the potential consequences of speaking my mind, or sticking with the principles that brought me to this cold hill? Yeah, I did. I have been an MP before, and a leadership candidate and a cabinet minister. I have the hide to prove it. I know the PMO has a song sheet it wants all caucus members to sing from, and I know what happens when an individual chooses to go his or her own way. I was just hoping this time I would not be asked to choose – between party and principle.
Seriously limited career options indeed. Does Garth Turner believe that his brief tenure in Kim Campbell's cabinet entitles him to a seat in Cabinet? Does he believe that the public will care about his exile to the backbenches and basement office?
I sincerely hope that, along with the Emerson appointment, Turner's public whining is a one-off. The last thing the government needs is a publicity hog willing to play into the media's hands, a Carolyn Parrish with a beard.
Source: The Turner Report