Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day, poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day’s top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. Torontoist, for one, can’t take it anymore.
We really really didn’t want to post two DiManno columns in one week. (Really.) But today, DiManno dropped her most recent column, “Finally, the blowhard’s behind bars,” about the Richard Wills case––yes, another one––and, well, the ending is pretty awe-inspiring:
Showtime, for this classic narcissist, is over. There’s no audience any longer for the rambling monologues, grimaces, interjections, farts and yips.
I’ll say it for Linda Mariani: You bastard.
5/6 DIMANNOS (The more DiMannos, the worse the column is.)
First things first: DiManno’s not retiring. You’d be forgiven, though, if you thought that she was based on that first paragraph, where she––an endlessly indulgent writer who is about to tastelessly channel the voice of a murder victim to call the murderer a bastard––actually calls someone else a narcissist. Confusing! DiManno’s strange stylistic pronoun choices (he’s not a narcissist, he’s this narcissist, and they’re not his rambling monologues, they’re the rambling monologues) certainly don’t help separate subject from speaker, nor do her own “rambling monologues, grimaces, interjections, farts and yips” that she is as prone to as Wills is. Grimaces like saying that Linda Mariani “festered and liquefied” behind a wall, or interjections like saying that Wills will become “some Bruno’s Bitch” in prison. And while Wills is now off to jail for murder, DiManno is still free to fart on all of us every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. Sadly, she still has an audience.