If you read that statement, you might walk away thinking some overt racist was speaking ill of immigrants who have worked hard making Canada their new home. Or, you might think an old man was interrupting one incoherent thought with another.
Many of us are too timid, or want to be so respectful of religion, that we don’t dare ask questions about people’s spiritual beliefs. We like to think our leaders park their religiousness outside the confines of the state, or we feel it is not our place to inquire what their beliefs may be.
Their betrayal, and the media’s thirst for another #metoo scoop, ushered in the era of Doug Ford and with it demolished any hope of a victory for Scheer’s Conservative Party of Canada.
We’re assholes, and none of us are admitting it. We just rely on an emotional response to every political question, deepening the already abysmal divide between us.
It should be noted that I think Canada’s best journalists are mostly female. But I really do believe the format was designed to virtue signal to the rest of us about modern feminism. Obviously this doesn’t mean I harbour ill will towards females in general, but the whole thing felt like an experiment gone awry.
Good journalists exist in this country. They just all happen to work for shitty outlets. Political biases, once avoided as to at least appear objective, are now so pronounced that the slant is accepted reality.
What should come next is a reckoning, an adjustment in how we handle the sins from our pasts.
There is a crisis within our culture, an axis of feeble hell bent on placating the least experienced among us; three separate entities that, through utter weakness and fear of economic reprisals, have unwittingly created a new society where rules and behaviour are governed by people with almost zero life experience.
Trudeau is afraid of coming off like a phony. He is afraid of being criticized by more than one opponent. He is afraid he will have to talk about SNC Lavalin. He is afraid of answering for his government’s record. He is afraid of being seen as an empty pair of socks.