The Liberal party and I have always been close. Inseparable, really. At age 21 in 1968, and freshly eligible to vote, I cast my first ballot for one Pierre Elliott Trudeau, new Liberal leader and MP for Mount Royal. It was immensely satisfying.
The night before, I’d been on Sherbrooke Street as the Jean-Baptiste parade grew violent and Trudeau, who was there, stood defiantly as separatist hurled missiles his way. Throughout the campaign, I’d worn my Trudeau button proudly, joining enthralled crowds at appearances.
This woman likely needs detox.
