Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Liberal Party of Canada was near death when Justin Trudeau took over as leader. He leaves it near death again. The years between have been a roller-coaster ride, much like his father’s time in office, from the giddy, even nauseating public and media enthusiasm of the early months to the quite unreasoning hatred his name now evokes in certain quarters.
It isn’t as if we did not know what we were getting into. More than most prime ministers, Justin (as he was often called, and is to this day) was a known quantity by the time he took office, having grown up in the public eye – twice, in fact. There was his natural childhood, much of it spent in the prime ministerial residence at 24 Sussex Drive. And there was his political childhood, as it were, between entering politics in 2008 and becoming prime minister in 2015.
Coyne can’t decide whether to sh&t or get off the pot at least Kay was able to admit he fell for Trudeau’s lies.
