It says a lot about Canada that a guy like me is labelled (i.e., “denounced as”) a conservative. In any sane world, I’d be instantly recognized as — in almost all respects — just another insufferably doctrinaire Toronto progressive. I live downtown, own an electric car, edit essays for a black-turtleneck web site catering to academics, hold forth on the importance of vaccines, and wile away my evenings tweeting smugly about whatever thumbsucker I just read in The New York Review of Books or BlubberTusk.
