Justin Trudeau – He’s Too Sexy For His Shirt And For Us Too
“I’m too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat – what do you think about that?”
Right Said Fred
Just when you think it isn’t possible for Justin Trudeau to underscore further just how vacuous and thoughtless he can be – bingo – he
opens his mouth and out pops more of the most absurd, naive nonsense to be heard in politics today.
And that’s saying something because there is a lot of absurd nonsense in politics lately.
The Senate expense scandal gave The Fairy Prince a golden opportunity to further differentiate between himself between the Dark Lord, Stephen Harper with some political smarts but so far all he’s been able to do is flit about sprinkling more pixie dust.
The scandal in the Senate, which has reached into the Prime Minister’s Office (PMO) has created demands for major political reform, especially of the Senate by politicians, the media and the broader public. Some are even calling for abolishment or even, as Google labels it when you delete your Internet surfing history – obliteration.
And that is what finally captured Peter Pan’s attention.
Up to this point, our Justin has been reading his questions prepared for him. He stands in the House, takes out the day’s question and then holding the paper firmly in two hands so he doesn’t fall, he reads whatever questions have been prepared for him like a kid in
short pants reading a speech to the class. It’s a pretty sad performance but when he was asked if he thought the Senate should be nuked, he required no talking points.
Instead of the carefully crafted ‘keep him on message’ response usually provided to him, The Fairy Prince adlibbed and you could almost hear the cries of anguish from the bowels of the Liberal caucus strategy cave. “Oh my God – he’s not following the script!”
When asked about abolishing the Senate, Canada’s Peter Pan replied:
“We have 24 senators from Quebec and there are just six from Alberta and British Columbia. It’s to our advantage. To want to abolish it is demagoguery. We’ll have to improve it.”
Those four brief sentences pretty much managed to offend just about everyone outside of Quebec and that takes some skill. I know this because it usually takes me ten or eleven full-blown paragraphs to offend people.
The first thing many are asking themselves is what about this ‘engaging all Canadians’ thing he was extolling as he rode into town on his unicorn? Is there a reason why ‘all Canadians’ are somehow less relevant than ‘Quebecers’?
Of course, that has always been the Liberal Party’s position and it served them fairly well over the decades. Pander to Quebec, get most of the seats in each election and it won’t matter what happens in the rest of the country because holding Quebec pretty much guarantees enough plurality to form the government.
That changed to some degree when the Quebec vote splintered and the Conservatives unified a significant part of the electorate across the country. The current government is the first to hold a majority of seats without significant support from Quebec in recent history.
But I digress.
This isn’t about Stephen Harper’s accomplishments. I’m not very happy with him right now either so let’s move along and go back to our friend Justin, the Sorcerer’s Apprentice of modern politics.
This isn’t the first time he has lauded the special status of Quebec. Do you remember this?
“Quebecers are better than the rest of Canada. Because, you know, we’re Quebecers or whatever.”
It’s not difficult to understand why the backroom boys decided he needed carefully crafted talking points, especially after he waxed eloquently that he might consider supporting Quebec separation from Canada under certain circumstances.
“And I always say that if I ever believed Canada was really the Canada of Stephen Harper and we were going against abortion and going against gay marriage, and we were going backward in 10,000 different ways, maybe I’d think of wanting to make Quebec a country.”
That, of course, all changed when the adoration of the multitudes called on our Justin to lead them from Egypt to the Promised Land and like Moses; he gave his silken locks a toss and sallied forth determined to lead them out across the desert – apparently with no particular destination in mind.
Here’s the thing that the Fairy Prince seems to have overlooked.
You can’t be a national leader, let alone Prime Minister, if your first inclination is to protect the special status of one region over the others.I live in Quebec and I find our Justin’s attitude anything but national leadership. Quite frankly, we’ve have quite enough of the politics of division to this point and it has resulted in unnecessary acrimony and division, anger and an incredible waste of tax dollars.
It was Justin Trudeau who promised to end all of that but apparently it’s too hard for him or he forgot.
More than $100 billion has been spent to implement official bilingualism; an expense that managed to increase the number of Canadians who speak both official languages by a meager 2% over the past forty years. This was a national priority implemented by Justin’s dad and which every government has continued since.
I say every government but I should have said every government except the Quebec government which went the other way. At the same time Canada was working to increase the position of French in what was a predominantly English country, Quebec has been working overtime to restrict the language rights of those who speak English or languages other than French.
Quebec has achieved an enviable special status in Canada. It is the enfant terrible that always gets its own way by threatening to run away from home and that is how they ended up with a disproportionate number of Senate seats – Senate seats that our Justin feels need to be protected so that Quebec’s interests are protected.
Once that is accomplished, no doubt he’ll turn his attention back to protecting Canada’s interest once again.
I have to tell you, my friends, that I’m not feeling very good about all of this. It’s Monday morning and I have a day of drudge work ahead of me outside. Even worse, Canada has reached a time and place where we have actually eliminated any viable leadership options for ourselves.
The current Prime Minister has not delivered the open transparency and full accountability he promised and has some serious work to do if he wants to regain the trust of many of us who supported him.
I’ve been around a few years and don’t remember there ever being a court ruling that there was a much election fraud as the ruling that came down last week. Yes – I know – the Conservatives weren’t blamed for it. They simply won all of the ridings where the fraud took place.
How nice is that?
Thomas Mulcair, the leader of the Her Majesty’s Loyal Opposition is a series of contradictory solutions looking for a problems to which they can be applied. He can’t decide from one day to the next just exactly what his policies are on anything, including the economy with the possible exception of the Senate – he’d like to blow it up.
And that leaves us with The Fairy Prince who was the great hope of the beautiful dreamers in Canada. Justin Trudeau – a man for all seasons – Moses come to free us from the bondage of negativity into the land of milk and honey. People across the nation were breaking out old guitars from their attics in preparation for a coast to coast to coast simultaneous singing of Koombya.
But it was all for naught. Before they could stop him, Peter Pan broke free and – well – adlibbed. It’s small wonder the Liberals keep sending Ralph Goodale out to speak for them.
Somebody needs to keep reminding Canada’s Fairy Prince and many of his suppporters that there is more to political leadership than simply being sexy.
Quite frankly, my friends, there is nothing more discouraging than getting up on Monday morning and knowing that you not only have to face a day of lugging dirt and mulch around the yard in a wheelbarrow and that the only choices you have for national leadership are between The Dark Lord, Mr. Fix it and the Fairy Prince.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, now I have to brush all the bloody pixie dust off my trees and plants. It’s going to be a long day and an even longer year I’m afraid.
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