Warning: In this text, I will compare voters to chickens. Nothing reductive, I swear! Just an image to clearly visualize my rooster story in this BB (Biologico-Boucarien) nod to Canadian politics. A game that sometimes reminds me of barnyard episodes from the descendants of the Golden Rooster.
Domestic chickens are descended from a wild bird native to the rainforests of Southeast Asia. This ancestor is called the Bankiva rooster or golden rooster. Moreover, if today’s rooster crows very early in the morning, it is in memory of this very distant past. In the tropical heat where his ancestor came from, sounds travel more effectively when temperatures are cold. So he kept this old habit even if he froze his crest in Canada’s fret.
But if he shouts very loudly in the morning, it is to tell all the males who respond to his song that he is the most powerful and dominant of the feathered people. He tries to bury rival chants much like leaders cackle over each other during an election debate.
The rooster is a leader similar to a prime minister. He guarantees order in the henhouse and warns the chickens when danger is approaching. As if he were always on the electoral campaign, the rooster, who governs by keeping an eye on the polls, is constantly inhabited by the fear of seeing the chickens move away from his influence. As a result, as soon as they start to lose interest in his presence, he becomes very nervous.
Mystification and manipulation are then part of his strategies to regain popular favor in the henhouse. When a nearby young male tries to bury his cocks, the rooster sometimes sees red. In question, before its descendants became a delicacy to simmer in wine, the golden rooster was first domesticated as a fighting animal. And, even today, this species has lost none of its fighting genetics.
Early in his reign, Justin was a very combative rooster. Its well-raised crest on its head and its sunny melodies hit the mark. He beat Harper, Scheer and O’Toole with some ease. But then, a merciless fighting cock landed in the Ottawa gallodrome. He’s not as charming as Trudeau, but he has sharp knives instead of dewclaws. When he arrived in the henhouse, no one was giving much of his skin, but things changed and he went from Poilievre to heavyweight. Jean Charest was also the first to taste his Machiavellian and destructive medicine.
PHOTO SEAN KILPATRICK, CANADIAN PRESS ARCHIVES
The leader of the Conservative Party of Canada, Pierre Poilievre
This is why, upon his return from the G20 summit, Justin, realizing that this young rooster with unconventional methods attracts 15 percentage points more than him, became very nervous. However, all poultry farmers know that when two roosters stare at each other, war is inevitable. Especially if the satellite male displays ostensibly, flexes his muscles and becomes more and more charming to those he covets.
Faced with this new reality, Justin decided to take inspiration from a mystification technique that I often observed in my mother’s henhouse. Seeing the chickens move away, mom’s rooster vigorously scratched the ground before letting out the cries of a hunter who has just killed a mammoth. A way of telling the chickens to come back and feed on their generous and delicious find. Defeated by the promise of good food, the hens immediately joined the male before discovering that it was all a lie.
In Justin’s case, although the statement is probably true, it is the timing and manner of launching this explosive story that is reminiscent of the rooster’s methods.
When Justin noticed that inflation, the housing crisis and the high cost of living which are omnipresent in the catchy melodies of the young fighting cock were hitting the mark, he sought to shut him up.
To stifle his singing, why not release this big media bombshell that surprised us all this week? He accused Indian intelligence of being behind the assassination of Sikh leader Hardeep Singh Nijjar in British Columbia. Since then, Narendra has been cursed and the diplomatic slip-ups are already being felt. It must be said that for several years, the Indian Prime Minister, who accuses Justin’s party of being a den of activists from the Sikh separatist movement, has never held the Canadian Prime Minister in his heart.
However true it may be, why drop such a bomb in this way? My impression is that he took out this sensitive information that was lying dormant in his drawers to bury the refrains of the cockerel who threatens his reign. He did it a bit like a picnicker throwing a piece of sandwich far away to distract a seagull that is harassing him.
But it will take a lot more to stop the chickens from believing that the young fighting cock would be more effective in protecting them from inflation, the housing crisis, the high cost of living, the gigantic budget deficit and corporate meddling. policies that make Canada a major testing laboratory for autocracies seeking to destabilize liberal democracies. Justin is starting to look as sluggish as Stephen Harper’s in 2015. In the henhouse as in the political arena, such is the life of chefs.