You know I have never entirely 100% bought this Martin-Chrétien scrap, and thumbing through Créton's new book only confirms my suspicions.
I think the two right honourable gents hatched the whole charade over drinks at Paulie's farm in the townships or Créton's cottage in Shawinigan. OK, so it got a bit out of control.
See at the time, the conservatives in Canada were in total disarray - much like the Puffin forces are now, but Créton was facing the sponsorship scandal and Paulie some embarrassing questions about Canada Steamships, not to mention the whole casa Gagliano. But how to bail with dignity?
There was no opposition to speak of, so they decided to manufacture an internal bun fight during the leadership transition to keep the Librano foot-soldiers in fighting trim. Then when Paulie was crowned, they threw up Gomery as a bone for the journos. What a gripping soap opera. Cash in envelopes, the whole boule de marde. The journos just loved the golf ball scene. (Memo to Sandra - can you get me some of those?)
What a blast! Of course Paulie's evil capos did more damage than expected - poor Kinsella* (below, right) was roughed up by the martinizers and forced to flee to Toronto and work for McGuilty - but jeez it sure was a powerful high colonic purgative for the Naturist Governing Party.
I put this theory to Brian, but he just chuckled and changed the subject.
And now the "petit gars de Shawinigan" is continuing the charade with his book, blaming Paulie for the deployment in Khandahar. Gimme a break.
The only thing believable in the book is his account of how Aline chased away the intruder at 24 Sussex. Credit where credit is due. I suppose his publishers will be happy. I guess someday the real story will come out when Ron Graham's notes are released.
Whew! Anyway, I've got a Throne Speech to write. Now lemme see... What to do about Kyoto the dog.... hmmm...
*His latest tome, The War Room (Dundurn Press), should be required reading around here, so we can all understand what makes the Big Red Beast tick. Memo to Sandra: Can somebody pop down to Heather's book barn and get me a copy.
Pix: CP