Well, yes, the early indications are heartening.
Mr. Sinister thinks we're a couple of unscripted questions away from a meltdown.
Harper's pretty clearly pussied out of going one-on-one with Iggy, whatever the democratic merits of that might or might not be.
Scott Feschuk was tweeting about the reporters on Harper's plane christening it "Chicken Wings."
And both the Star and the Post are highlighting Harper's refusal to take more than a handful of questions, or explain why. When you're travelling with a bunch of reporters, you don't want to antagonize them, keep them behind barricades, or insult them, as one conservative senator did with Terry Milewski and Jennifer Ditchburn.
Not signs of a well-run campaign. One really wants to believe that the wheels are coming off, and why not? We've all had the gratifying experience of watching bullies brought low. Karma's sweet that way.
And yet ...
Let's not be counting our chickens before the eggs have hatched, folks. The folks running the Harper Machine have very deep pockets and a direct line to Karl Rove, and just because things haven't gone their way during the last few days isn't a reason to write them off. They've got plenty of slime up their sleeves, and access to a deep pool of expertise.
Moreover, one wonders why it's taken people this long to notice what a pissy control freak Harper is. It's not as if this just started happening this morning. If it's taken the corporate media five years to get the picture, how hard will it be for the little mini-Roves to shift the focus? And while they're all off clucking about the new shiny thing, Harper gets a new sweater, someone smears Iggy and / or Jack, there's some new drama about the debates and the "consortium," and before you know it, this week's gaffes are ancient history.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a government to defeat. But we've a ways to go yet.