He can walk away with dignity now or stick around to get creamed by a man he loathes
If Justin Trudeau’s life were a country music song, now would be the point in the proceedings where he’s all sad and lonesome, watching his girl dance with another man.
That’s because Pierre Poilievre — Donald Trump incarnate, according to all right-thinking Liberals — has just swooped into downtown Toronto, the Big Smoke, Liberal party HQ, and done stole his woman. You can practically hear the pedal steel guitar lick accompanying the prime minister’s tears to the floor.
