Meet Michelle Muntean. She’s the (I’m sure) very nice lady who picks out Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s suits & ties, oversees his make-up, and apparently consults the spirit world for advice on the side. Based on his fashion faux-pas of the past, Harper desperately needs such an image consultant.
On his behalf? Who knows…though his government seems to be taking advice consistently from the dark lords of hell…
On the public’s tab? There’s the more interesting question…and it’s one that Feckless Leader refuses to answer, when prodded. And there’s much to prod…but more on that later.
I have no problem with an image consultant — they’re a dime a dozen, and they’re sorely needed to help make our politicians into people who won’t scar our retinas. Hell, even the Great One, Pierre Trudeau (pause in reverence) availed himself of their services…and he ended up showcasing style trends for over two decades in the public eye.
On the other hand, I have two problems with the brew-ha-ha over Feckless Leader’s image consultant debacle:
(1) If a political party wants one for their leader, then the PARTY should PAY for it…not MY tax dollars…and I don’t care WHICH part you belong to…
(2) Mr. Harper…many of your problems would be solved if you were introduced to the concept of exercise. No offence, but round-and-pudgy Prime Ministers went out the door with Mackenzine King. There’s a REASON that vest made you look like a pregnant man during your summit meeting with the Presidents of the USA and Mexico!
That’s some free advice for you…from THIS side of the astral plane.
