Question Period does not always lend itself to the most flattering impressions of our elected representatives—and the action itself is limiting, the majority of MPs not participating in any central way. It is not though without its redeeming moments or individuals. And so, as an entirely subjective addendum to our official awards, a pause in our usual programming to recognize a few of the least offensive.
Charlie Angus. A pain in the ass. But a necessary pain in the ass.
Ken Dryden. For sure, his earnestness can be excruciating. But it’s surely nice to know there’s still someone here who believes this should mean something. That this matters. His delivery may be a bit much at times, but his cause is just.
Paul Crete. Still gets up every so often, however futile the effort, and questions the government about Omar Khadr. Somebody’s got to do it. Few have done so with such persistence.
Serge Menard. A serious man. The world needs more serious men.
Chuck Strahl. A fine performer and, seemingly, a reasonable minister of the crown. When I asked Bob Rae who he was impressed with on the other side, he quickly offered Mr. Strahl’s name. I tend to agree.
Jim Flaherty. Worst job in government. Looks miserable most of the time. But generally maintains a sense of humour.
Marlene Jennings. Gender politics in the House of Commons is a touchy issue, but allow me an anecdotal observation: most of the yelling and heckling and carrying on is done by the men of the House. The primary exception would be Ms. Jennings, who seems bound and determined to match her male counterparts decibel for decibel. Not that such stuff is to generally be encouraged, but it is, at the very least, an intriguing approach. One that raises all sorts of questions that still aren’t discussed enough.