Since the still-growing Jian Ghomeshi story broke, people have been coming out of the woodwork claiming they knew something was amiss with the guy. But perhaps nobody has a more legitimate claim than Naomi Klein, who penned an amazing hit-piece on Ghomeshi's now-estranged band Moxy Fruvous back in 1992.

Thanks to Mick Sweetman, managing editor of George Brown College's student paper The Dialog and chair of the board of directors of Canadian University Press, who tracked down Klein's article in the archives of the University of Toronto's student newspaper The Varsity, we can all appreciate her prescience.

Sweetman posted the full article, but here are some of the brilliant and occasionally rhyming highlights of "Dr. Seuss, Fruvous, the CBC and you," which Klein proudly describes in the lead as "more of a vendetta than an interview."

I don't like them that's the key, I do not like them on the CBC. I do not like them on a stage, I do not like them on a newspaper page. I would not listen to them on the air, I would not marvel at their flowing hair. I would not, could not, don't you see? I do not like them, so just let me be. I do not like their faux-politics. I've had enough of that Moxy-schtick. I do not like them at a pro-choice rally, I do not want to meet them in an alley. I do not like their P.C. ham, I hate them hate them, Sam I am. *** The pre-interview press material included a Toronto Star article which opened with the warning that if there is one thing the Fruvous boys hate, it is the description that they are the "Nylons-meet-Barenaked ladies." "So, you guys are like the Nylons-meet-the Barenaked Ladies, right?" I said as I sat down with the four band members last July. My remark was met with stony stares and sulky glances. *** It cannot be denied that Moxy Fruvous is appealing to something. But what? Ghomeshi puts forward one theory: "The reason people like what we do is that there are so few young people doing political satire. When we played Voice of Women we were symbols of young progressive males. That gives them hope for the future." So why do I feel this sense of impending doom?

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