Imagine the scene. Prime minister’s official residence — early summer — a swanky garden party in full swing. Over one thousand Laurentian elites and politicos hobnob under a tent over wine and canapés as storm clouds gather outside. No one suspects complete and utter disaster, what historians would come to call God’s 11th plague, is about to strike.
I think it’s a sign that Trudeau is a minion of Satan. Nothing else explains his stupid evil.
