“I’ll have what Jesus is having…”
If anyone out there in Ford Nation remains to be convinced how truly dumb their hero Rob Ford actually is–they will undoubtedly doubt and deny today’s media coverage alleging that the Mayor actually had dinner in Etobicoke two sleeps ago with his good buddy, accused extortionist, convicted drug dealer and former “unofficial driver” Sandro Lisi.
But discerning types who take the time to compare will not continue to bathe in their crystal-meth and scratch ticket states of false consciousness much longer.
To be sure, with Sherlockian tenacity, our LOON ‘s CSI Videography Department experts went to work in our non-ventilated dark room cum broom closet until the wee hours of the wee hours to get to the unvarnished truth.
And, a picture, however grainy and jerky, bears out the unavoidable occlusion that Toronto’s portly fitness devotee and sometime crack-inhaling, booze-imbibing Mayor Rob “Come to Jesus” Ford has, against all of his nationally witnessed and broadcast denials continued to bang gang-am style with his infamous cohort.
“…a Lisi-boom-boom dem…”
So go ahead.
If one gazes upon and then deftly compares the only slightly enhanced photo images taken by the media last summer of the undeniable Mr. Lisi leaving bail court in T.O. clutching his recognizance with the frame capture lifted today from the second of two new GlobalInNews channel’s Youtube clip of Hisdizonner at an Etobicoke steakhouse scant hours ago, you can see that they are one and the same Lisi with whom Ford is carousing.
Gadzooks, folks–he’s even wearing the same “Goose Down” crested navy parka with the white-trim hood that he had on throughout his bail hearing at Old City Hall last year! Time travel experts have already determined that the Steak Queen imagery was captured–as its captors allege–within the past 48 hours–based, at least, on corroboration from a T.O. news crew who claim Ford was wearing the same suit earlier in the day at City Hall.
And unless the camera is lying as badly as Mayor Ford, it would appear beyond a shadow of any doubt that he is still boozing (uh, he copped to that yesterday), still hanging with the “low life’s” and “criminal elements” he campaigns in favour of expelling from his fair town, and doesn’t have a problem associating with a dirt-bag on his “personal time” wearing the same suit and tie he was clad in when he dissed a few hundred thousand persons with Caribbean antecedents with his bad reset of Snow’s 1993 dance club craze Informer.