Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!”~ Sir Walter Scott, 1808
I really tried to distance my website from politics. I really did! But with Prime Minister Justin Trudeau giving me so much material to work with, it’s next to impossible without having to break my fingers.
For the record, I do not believe Justin Trudeau is racist. He is far too vacuous, arrogant and of no substance. Little Justin couldn’t care either way about black or brown people, indigenous people, any given religion or race, woman, man or undecided, LGBTQ or otherwise. Like a little boy jumping up and down yelling, “Look at me! Pay attention to me!” his motivation is merely to be a star. “Gosh darn, I’m a great peoplekind! Who wouldn’t love me? I love me!”
You have got to give Gerald Butts credit. He is the brilliant puppet master who has created the (almost) perfect puppet. Butts has packaged little Justin as a pretty boy celebrity who throws dollar bills to his adoring subjects in exchange for votes, never revealing that those bills are actually their own money. Clever boy!
Got two hours? Do yourself a favour and rent the movie The Manchurian Candidate starring Liev Schreiber or Laurence Harvey. This is basically all you need to know about the little potato.
Let’s move on to that naughty boy’s outrageous personal guffaws on the world stage. He has insulted and alienated the Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, India Prime Minister Narendra Modi, President Donald Trump, and on and on and on. Can you imagine Trudeau now being taken seriously by Arab leaders after this latest stunt?
How can he possibly move forward with any credibility when everyone now knows his dirty little secrets? I’m not talking about his face painting. I’m referring to his inability to make good decisions without Butts choreographing his every step. Man, some times I can’t decide whether he’s stoned or just the stupidest guy in the room.
I know, I know. By comparison, Harper and Scheer are pretty boring and I certainly wouldn’t describe them as flashy. But when hiring someone to manage my books, I think I’d rather have an unassuming accountant, economist, or just generally anyone who can balance a chequebook looking out for me.
I have always admired courageous people. Leaders like Prime Minister Winston Churchill, Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, President Anwar Sadat, President Gamal Abdel Nasser and President Nelson Mandela. I always thought that a great leader would be willing to lead the charge to defend their country when required. So, in putting baby boy pretty socks to the test, if our world was actually on the verge of some catastrophe, would playful little selfie posing Justin be up to the task? It brings to mind a Seinfield episode when George Costanza, confronted with adversity, pushed his way through old ladies and kids as he sprinted for the nearest exit.
Just to be perfectly transparent, when I was a teenager I thought Prime Minister Elliot Trudeau was pretty cool. He was different and flashy. So don’t feel too bad about being young, naive, impressionable and somewhat of a socialist. When we are young, we believe in fairness and taking care of our fellow peoplekind. Reality hasn’t hit us over the head yet. Thank goodness we couldn’t vote. Age and life experience brings wisdom.
Finally, I like to put my leaders to a test; a test I also put to myself. A man I greatly admire for his courage and wisdom once said,
“I submit to you that if a man hasn’t discovered something he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.”~ Martin Luther King Jr.
If my leader is unwilling to die for his countrymen, he is not fit to follow. I think Justin would pull a Costanza.
Mind you, this is just my unsolicited opinion.