The Narcotic of Reassurance

Why the Toronto Star’s David Coletto prefers schoolyard taunts to evidence

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The state of Canadian media is a slow-motion tragedy. The Toronto Star? It still fields a half-decent sports section, but beyond the box scores, it’s a padded cell of columnists scribbling the same sermon every week, each mistaking their own hubris for a functioning brain. And if Shree Paradkar is s…