I’d love it if I thought recent opinion polls showing the collapse of federal Liberal support were meaningful.
Love, love, love it.
Prime Minister Justin Trudeau is the most unserious federal leader I can remember. And if you take all of the substantial grown-ups in his cabinet, you couldn’t fill a seven-passenger SUV.
You might not be able to fill a side-by-side ATV.
I didn’t like his father Pierre Trudeau’s politics and antics.
But strip away all the wide-brimmed fedoras, the capes, the pirouettes behind the Queen’s back and sliding down the bannister at Ottawa’s Chateau Laurier and Trudeau the Elder was still a substantial person.
Sure, he was a trust-fund baby, too, just like his son. He hadn’t had many real jobs before he entered politics, either. But at least he’d earned a law degree and been (briefly) an associate professor of law.
And P.E.T. had been neck-deep in the substantive debates of his time.
He misread a lot of those issues – like when he visited China in 1960 in the middle of the Great Leap Forward and either failed to see or failed to admit how Mao’s forced collectivization led to approximately 15 million deaths by starvation.
But strip away Justin’s shirtless selfies, his Indian bridegroom get-ups, the platitude-filled speeches and Twitter intellectualism and what have you got? A cardboard cutout of a prime minister.