Hats off to A BCer in Toronto (the BigCity loves ya, kid), for uncovering this little gem.
Remember how Iggy took a powder for three weeks while the MidEast went up in flames, without issuing any kind of response to the situation? Remember how the official line from the Ignatieff campaign (and Iggy's cheering section in the blogosphere) was "It's a sick relative! How dare you ask the putative PM of the whole flipping nation to issue a statement while his mother-in-law is ill!"
Well, it turns out Mommy dearest wasn't sick at all! Iggy was on holiday in Europe! Of course, Iggy's got an explanation for everything:
"There is no health crisis," he said. "There never was. Anybody who said there was, was not authorized to say that. I never purported to say that."
And what was the real reason Iggy wouldn't deign to comment on the Israeli/Lebanese conflict, even after a Canadian peacekeeper died under Israeli bombardment? Answer: "I'm entitled to a holiday." Good Lord! Our PM in-waiting doesn't want a war in the MidEast to interfere with his horse-back riding in the Pyrennees (if that's what he was doing)!
Finally, the whole "I didn't say that, it was my staff's fault." defense is lame. Iggy could have corrected this particular misimpression any time during the past three weeks. He could have told the world that the front-runner in the Liberal Leadership race was too busy hiking through the mountains of Hungary painting watercolors (or whatever) to offer an opinion on what might conceivably have been the start of WWIII. But that would have made him look like crass twit, wouldn't it? So he hid behind a staffer's mis-statement until he got caught (if he wasn't straight-out lying).
And to all of Iggy's supporters in the blogosphere, you must really be feeling like sad sacks of shit about now. You've been feigning outrage for three weeks at the whole notion that King Iggy should actually need to answer questions as to what he might actually do in matters of war were he to lead the Canadian Nation ! "Oh my Lord! How dare you ask! His mommy's sick!"
And now you find out that your man was really off hunting pheasants with the fucking Marquis of Teverstock.
Never too late to switch! There are still real Liberals in the Liberal Paty.