To more than a few Canadians, he was as irritating as a neighbour’s leaf-blower, or a yapping dog next door, or a crying baby across the aisle in a plane, or a pneumatic drill on local sidewalks.
His voice hit the ear like an assault, a whining, scolding, hyperpartisan blast of relentless grievance.
As such, the sound of silence of late from Conservative Leader Pierre Poilievre is one of the summer’s blessings.
h/t Mauser
