Even though the story is quickly becoming yesterday's news, I want to get this off my my chest. At the beginning of the week, I excoriated Ms. Claman for living high off the taxpayer dollar.
On Tuesday I recanted that position. On Wednesday, I linked to Ms. Claman's Daughter's blog that explains their side of the story.
Today I received the following thanks:
Madeleine Morris said...
Wow. I want to say that I'm really stunned by your honesty and your integrity. It's a very rare thing to run across people who can change their minds and I really, really can't thank you enough for your sense of fairness.
Well Madeleine, that comment was thanks enough in and of itself. The reason I let my post stand, showing my original thoughts, and then the fact I recanted was due to my feelings that, in this case, my words were egregiously harmful. Normally, I probably would have just deleted the post (my readership is low enough, it wouldn't have mattered much). But in this case, such an abrupt about face needed an explanation.
What changed me was Ken's comment that $500 a week was a bargain. I was going to retort, isn't it $500 each time its played? And then I started to research it. And kept coming up with $500 per game (or episode of HNIC). I found after much Googling the number of regular season games HNIC broadcasts (87), did the math, and arrived at $43,500 per year in royalties (excluding play-offs).
Now, I had bought the CBC talking point of "responsibility to the taxpayer" hook, line and sinker. So when I did the math, a very wrong note sounded. The CBC was falling on its sword over $43,500? Crap, that's barely a decent annual living. Here I thought Ms. Claman was living high on the hog on the basis of one song. If she is, she's a damned frugal spender!
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a big fan of royalty arrangements. But I'm not going to pick on someone earning that little.
And then I read Madeleine's post and everything fell into place. Scott Moore was playing us for suckers. And I was a willing sucker. And I like to think I'm a big enough man to admit when I was rooked.
So to Madeleine and her mother, my heart felt apologies.
To Scott Moore. You're an unmitigated asshole. Your ass should be fired, you don't deserve to suckle at the taxpayers teat anymore in your cushy public sector job. You lied through your teeth on interviews on CBC radio. Your voice exuded honesty and sincerity, and I believed you. Now I know you for the man you are. A shyster in a suit who's integrity is checked at the door. A snake, a liar and a cheat. And I'm not taking that back.