By David Sax
If you lived in Toronto during the four years of Rob Ford’s term as mayor, the seesaw of Donald Trump’s first months as President would feel strikingly familiar. Ford, who died just over a year ago, from cancer, lied constantly and consistently and railed against the media and liberal élites. As one scandal led to another, he surrounded himself with cronies and family loyalists and, when truly tested, fell back on the flag-waving rallies that fired up his base. Of course, Ford was a relatively powerless mayor, and the actual damage he was able to inflict on Toronto’s citizens and institutions was minimal. Ford never kept me up at night, worrying about nuclear war. The closest he got to Russia was the brand of vodka that his aides routinely bought for him.