This is what happened when Justin Trudeau’s mask finally began to slip
There was no snow when Justin Trudeau walked out Monday morning — just the salt-stained steps outside his cottage door. It was January 6, 2025. It had been nine years, two months and two days since he had taken on the job, fulfilling a destiny that had always seemed both inevitable somehow and a little bit absurd.
It seems strange to say he looked emotional; emotions have always been such a big part of his sell. But he did. And it was different. I have no insight into what Trudeau really feels about anything. But the feelings he projects as a public figure have always struck me as something of a mask — not fake necessarily, but performative, permanently infected with a phony tinge of CanCon cheer.
The Star has an unending supply of TDS afflicted Trudeauphiles.
