Angry in the Great White North

Remember the Germant Grewal tapes? A blog appeared at the time called Buckets of Grewal, notable for some very good investigative posts, but also for some partisan selectivity in examining the facts (but, hey, sometimes it seems that's what blogging is all about).

Well, here is what the esteemed Monsieur Buckets has to say about the Klander affair at CalgaryGrit:

Hi Bart,

I'm 95% sure the Klander blog is a fraud. Look at the google cache page; compare the url searched and the url in the title.

Give this two days and it will blow up in someone's face (and not Klander's)

That was on Monday. Today it's Wednesday.

Several consequent comments point out that the story was almost certainly true (better than 95% chance). Here is his response to that:

Patrick. Yes, google cache can show you that there used to be a blog at klander.blogspot.com.

But we don't know who set up that blog and when the postings were made.

In theory, it's a great trick, no? Set up a blog in someone elses name. Make them look like an ass-hole. Then do a screen capture. Then delete the blog.

I haven't seen the Toronto Star story you mention yet: there is nothing at their site.

Well, there were months of postings. Even if the posts were all written recently, it would have taken hours of work.

And then there were the details -- posts about local riding issues, for example.

Finally, Google caching isn't instantaneous. In fact, it can take up to 60 days to have a cache image updated.

All in all, this would have had to be the most elaborate character assassination aimed at some guy no one had ever heard of before.

I could dismiss this paranoid ranting myself, but the locals at Calgary Grit did a fine job:

OK, buckets, I understand you have the night shift at the dissembling department, but you should really try to wake up long enough to use some logic in your argument.

It's simply not possible to perpetrate a fraud on this scale. And if you believe it is, then you likely suspect that either Elvis or Santa did it.

Whatever it is you're taking, you shouldn't take anymore of it.

It had to be Elvis. Santa was busy this past weekend.

Finally, the next day, buckets had to give up:

I withdraw my initiali skepticism [sic].

At this point, bucket ceases to contribute any further to the discussion.