For me to have no response at all would be telling, and it would be telling the wrong thing, and as much as I would prefer to just look away from a serious train wreck, I can’t just let it stand.
So I’ll be brief —if such is possible — and just say it.
The prime minister must, unequivocally, resign.
So, way to go, Steve for saying something that thousands upon thousands had already been saying. Good of you to finally get on the bus.
I know full well there are plenty of people about who don’t give a rat’s ass about what I may think on just about anything. I’ll even extend that to most people, maybe even all people.
But I do. I give a rat’s ass about what I think. It’s important to me, and the way I view my personal integrity.
This is no longer about fancy socks and haircuts. It’s no longer about his feminism, woke-ism, virtue signalling and all the rest of it.
This is about leadership, stewardship, and good governance, both in terms of policy and people. And a failure in each of those critical aspects.
I can’t come across as an apologist for the guy when I’m not and never was. That said, anyone swimming against the current is always going to be viewed with suspicion, so I guess that’s the way it goes. But sometimes, this time, the current is just too strong, too compelling to ignore. The wave of unpopularity, of visceral hatred for this man is one thing, and I never bought into that. But failures of leadership, stewardship, and good governance? That can’t stand. That, without reservation, tips the scales.
Coupled with a perceived arrogance that has now blossomed into the real thing, the final nail has been hammered home by the man himself.
I desperately wanted someone who could go up against Poilievre. I abhor Poilievre for the boorish and over-the-top dishonesty that he employs so effectively. And honestly, Trudeau was at least something. He’s smart, he’s articulate, I actually think he does give a shit. But even if I’m right about those things, the failures are just too much, and nullify any of those positive qualities, that is if he did had them at all.
There is no other alternative to Poilievre.
Who in their right mind would want to take control of a sinking ship? Sorry, a sunken ship. You’d have to have a serious and horribly misplaced martyr complex to grab that wheel. Whoever it may be, if the time comes, and it will, they will be absolutely destroyed in the next election, as will the party, perhaps even to an existential degree. Mostly because of hubris. And Mark Carney is no saviour. He’s just another wagon load of hubris.
The NDP is a pathetic alternative at the moment. This would be a good time for Thomas Mulcair, but oh no, they couldn’t have that, so they punted him overboard at the first sign of crisis and now find themselves possibly going down with the Liberals, sucked down in the vortex created by the other, larger ship.
There is no other presence that can stand against Poilievre. It was my thinking that he would be our next prime minister anyways, but now we’re at a moment of certain confirmation.
All I know of him is repugnant to me. Because that’s all he’s ever shown me, right from the very beginning when he first came to my attention as a Conservative member of the Stephen Harper Gang. But, with full honesty, there is much I don’t know about him. That stands in contrast with Trudeau, where I feel I know much, but now don’t like what I see. Too many things, added to a list of other many things, none of it adding up properly.
This is a democracy. The other fellow has a right to govern if supported by the majority, which he is, overwhelmingly so. The world does not revolve around my personal animus for the man, nor should it.
I’m going to continue to call him out for his behaviour and irresponsible rhetoric, and that again will have me swimming upstream, but that’s okay. I don’t think the country’s going to go to hell in a hand basket when he takes charge. I don’t like the fellow personally, but that’s not the criterion for good government. And when he does things that are good for all of us, I’ll deliver the appropriate praise.
So, in short, I don’t have to like the snot-bag miserable little punk.
But that other guy, the guy in there now? He’s got to go.