I’ll admit it. I loved loved loved watching Harper get his ass kicked. I did. I know I should be careful what I wish for blah blah blah, but ya know, the bastard deserved it. Never has a politician been fool enough to let his public know of his visceral hatred and contempt for them. I felt like my country was just a runaway stage coach, horses long gone.
This morning’s paper brought fresh fun, however. You have no idea how much I want this to be true. Doug Ford for Conservative leader. Now, the article does note that it is an ‘unofficial group’ yapping about it, which means it’s Rob. But I would like to take a moment here to go back in time with you to last weekend. A beleaguered Stephen Harper, who looked like those people in the Titanic movie who jumped and are last seen clinging to a lawn chair right before they drown, decided that posing with Humpty and Dumpty and the women they coerced into marrying them was a wise move. Yes, one of the architects of the most tightly run, covert ships (I have a theme here) in political history chose this as his important message to send to his country.
And on the morning after the night before, the world rolled over slightly in its sleep, opened one eyelid and said, Canada who? And someone – a woman someone, no doubt – thrust a pic out and said, “this is who Canada elected as its Prime Minister OMG he’s actually hot, and not that hot where you line up all the politicians and decide the scale of 1 to 10 has to be within that lineup because its not fair to use Brad Pitt as your 10. Go ahead; use Brad, he’s still OMG.” And then there is the picture of Harper, with his helmet of hair and looking like he sleeps in a tie standing with his arm around a giant crackhead (sorry, former crackhead) in a polyester sweatsuit. I’m sure Adidas is dying to rip their logo from that garment.
Yes, Doug Ford, who could give Harper a lesson in talking down to people. Who could teach Harper how to be out of touch, how to lie without blinking. Another article in there says (the insiders are all calling in with their off-the-records because even rats have waterproof cell phones, it seems) Harper considered stepping down before the election. I wondered when the Globe & Mail endorsed the party but not the man if they had some inside line – and I’m sure they did, but it didn’t make them look any less stupid. I made a Twitter joke about electing A Player to be Named at a Later Date, but it seems that was an option, after all. But come on; who the hell would have voted for Jason Kenney? Harper’s hand is so firmly up his ass he hasn’t sat comfortably for two election cycles.
I knew Trudeau would do well, but like most people, I wasn’t aware how well. I swear we all just collectively got sick of the horrific attacks both here and in the U.S. and got all, well, Canadian, and said enough. Someone had to be in the right place at the right time, and I knew I couldn’t vote NDP because Mulcair is too much of a journeyman; they call it experience, but you can’t build a team around a journeyman.
I am wondering if the comment about the Cons telling each other if Trudeau made it to the debate with his pants on, they’d be surprised. Somebody leaked that, knowing it would backfire. It sounded catty as hell. And as I noted on Twitter this morning, would it really have been so bad if he’d forgotten his pants?