One of the themes of our summer audio entertainment The Prisoner of Windsor is that most of the chaps who matter in this world are people you’ve never heard of – by which I mean they are other than the omnipresent pygmies of the political scene: In a settled democratic society such as Canada, for example, if you wind up with an electoral contest between a woke mammy singer with a banana in his pants and a hollow husk less lifelike than his CBC election-night hologram whose only core belief is that he has no core beliefs other than that party donations should pay for his kids’ schooling, you can take it as read that the real action must be elsewhere.
The Reset Jet Set Revisited
