The pushback to the very real commitment by the federal Liberals to refuse to amend the Tripartite Agreement to permit jets at the Island Airport is starting, but, to be honest, has been pretty feeble to date.
Porter’s hapless Brad Cicero is left pleading for completion of the long-delayed and increasingly complex “environmental assessment” sought by the City as a precondition to talking about jets. If done properly, it can only make for a stronger case that jets don’t fit our waterfront.
Now we see an anxious piece in the Financial Post today, worrying about the impact the loss of Porter’s very conditional order might have on Bombardier’s chances.
Porter’s bid for jets at the Island Airport was always a long shot.
Remember the arrogance Porter’s Robert Deluce demonstrated in kicking off his jets pitch with his April 23, 2013 letter to (then) Mayor Rob Ford:
“To ensure the parties have sufficient time to finalize the amendment to the Tripartite Agreement, we require the City of Toronto’s approval in July 2013.”
And he thought Rob Ford could actually deliver? In three months? Shouldn’t be a problem, Rob must have promised.
That artificial deadline was missed, and many others since.
Porter’s campaign even blindsided its good friends at the Port Authority (now rebranded as Ports Toronto) on that jets proposal. They quickly came onside with Porter, once they recovered from the “surprise”.
That proposal, of course, should have been tossed way back then, as utterly incompatible with everything else that’s been done to develop our waterfront as the best place to spend time. Instead, Ford and his allies couldn’t help gushing all over Deluce.
Every day, opposition to the scourge that those jets would be has grown and grown, as more and more Torontonians recognize the damage they would do.
The current federal Liberal rejection of jets is a reflection of that growth.
Deluce should be told, in no uncertain terms, that, if he’s serious about jets, he needs to wean himself from the highly (City) subsidized Island Airport and compete on a level playing field with the big boys, at Pearson.
Perhaps Mr. Deluce is terrified at the prospect.