The winner
Canadians, especially the Liberals, are governed like many of the stupidest people in the world, chiefly by spite. The same is true among Democrats in America, and Europeans of several sordid nations, where class envy is likeliest to thrive: human nature will tell us what we need to know. But ignore all these foreigners for the moment, for this week we had our election. (Australia gets one Saturday, poor Oz.)
It wasn’t a “final” election; it yielded a Liberal minority just a few weeks after the polls had been promising a Conservative blow-out. But by manipulating news about “the Donald” Trump, and concealing his marvellous sense of humour, our bought media and desperately corrupt political “insiders” were able to swing the election by 180 degrees. It was like the King-Byng affair of a century ago (see the Wicked Paedia): a memorable previous Canadian example of a sleazy, stinking political operator defeating a morally superior rival, by an emotional campaign against an irrelevant third person.
I could drone on for many, many pages, until I collapse. Ten years of misrule under Justin Trudeau is, after all, exhausting. Instead, I will just make a quick comment on the electorate of eastern Canada. It is like a woman who has been beaten too often by the same violent man, who for his birthday, presents him with a fresh cudgel.