There it’s done. Justin Trudeau hit a wall.
David Johnston, the “special rapporteur” he appointed to cover up the Chinese interference scandal, was forced to resign under popular pressure.
People said, “Enough is enough! Who do you take us for? Fools? You think we can’t see through your game? That it is not known that you used a personal friend as a bulletproof vest? As a shield? Stop taking us for idiots!”
A MAGICIAN ON THE RETURN
When I was young, my father used to take my sister, my mother and me to brunch in a hotel restaurant near the Dorval airport.
While the adults helped themselves to the buffet (my father loved buffets), a magician on his return, who had known good years, but who had now gone to do card tricks in hotel restaurants, entertained the children.
He came out of the 25 cents of our ears, guessed the card we had chosen “at random” from a deck, etc.
Well-known towers dating from the time of Methuselah.
The man was supposed to amaze us, but he rather made us laugh. Because we always guessed his tricks.
You could see the card hidden in his sleeve, the coin hidden in the palm of his hand, etc.
Well, that returning magician is Justin Trudeau.
He thinks of tricking us with his double-bottomed hat, his moth-eaten cape and his plastic wand bought at Dollarama, but no one falls for it anymore.
His old tricks, we know them by heart.
There was a time when his Pepsodent smiles, his hollow speeches and his socks of Star Wars cracked us up, but that was a century ago.
The magic no longer works.
Even internationally, where he was considered a demigod, diplomats roll their eyes and stifle a yawn when they hear Justin Trudeau’s name.
“Oh yes? The one who talks and talks, but never acts? The one who makes nice speeches about the need to protect the environment but gives billions of dollars to the oil industry?
Justin Trudeau’s name was a magic formula that opened all doors.
It’s made a “punch-line”.
“It was once Justin Trudeau…”
Like a “beautiful Brummel” from the 60s who persists in playing the charming singer, but who makes everyone laugh with his old tunes.
“Ohhhhh, Ninon, how I love you my Ninon!”
Do you like his songs? Come see him next Friday, he will sing at Résidence Les Pissenlits in Repentigny! Accompanied by Réjean, the king of the organ!
WHATEVER…
“I’m going to appoint a personal friend, and he’s the one who will judge whether or not we need a public inquiry!”
No, but really…
Justin thought it was going to work? That he was going to fool everyone with that dusty old thing?
What contempt…
“Dad, dad, I saw the rabbit hidden in the bottom of the gentleman’s hat!
“Stop, Richard, and come and have a portion of sausages, they’re good!”