Rob still gets clicks and eyeballs because there's still enough of a train wreck aroma to justify the curiosity. To quote Courtney Love, "they want to see if you will stand up, or will you just fall down."
But the trope that seems to be taking over is that Robbie is the "conscience" of city council, representin' for the little guy. "Are you sure you want that bike lane/library/fag parade? Just say no!"
Of course this is out-and-out bullsh!t. But
the *possibility* that Ford Nation could be bigger than first imagined still rattles a lot of cages, including Mayor Tory's, making the Robbie-as-Conscience theme more believable, at least in the press. He'll be in our faces for a while yet.
So try to imagine a tiny Robbie in a red track suit standing on your left shoulder loudly whispering "no no no!", and a tiny David Miller on your right chanting "Do it! Do it! Do it!".
I can almost smell the brimstone. But where's my effing subway?
