Try to imagine you're a nurse or a doctor working in an ICU, and are struggling to cope with a pandemic that just goes on and on.
Struggling to save lives, while being bone tired weary and emotionally exhausted.
But still keeping on going. Somehow.
And then when you're home, you suddenly hear the roar or rumble of a crowd, the sound of bicycle horns and cow bells, and the plaintive cries of FREEDOM!!! FREEDOM!!!
And when you look out of the window you see these kooks....
In my last post I asked the question: are you ready for an election?
And my readers and I agreed that despite the Trudeau Liberal's golden polls, now was not the time.
Covid is still a major problem, and when it is mostly over, we'll all need a break to recover.
I know I will...
For months Erin O'Toole has been accusing Justin Trudeau of planning to call an election.
While Trudeau has always said that leading the fight against the pandemic is challenge enough.
And I have always believed that we won't go to the polls until everyone is vaccinated at some point in September.
But with these numbers looking so good.
I will never forget the way the ghastly Con rednecks welcomed Jason Kenney back to Alberta after his years in Ottawa, as if he was some kind of conquering hero.
He promised them he would destroy Justin Trudeau, the man they hate so much, and make Alberta great again.
And the rubes went for it like suckers.
But that was then and this is now.
The night when Stephen Harper finally won his glorious majority, his "strong, stable, national, majority Conservative government."
And set out to change Canada beyond recognition.
With the most horrifying assault on our precious values this country has ever seen.
I don't think I've ever seen Erin O'Toole looking so sad, so desperate, or just so pathetic.
For months he's been trying to smear Justin Trudeau, but now it seems he's run out of things to say.
And is starting to look less like the True Blue of his wet dreams.
And more like a rabid blue budgie...
Soon after the Great Plague began I started collecting bits and pieces of pandemic art, so that one day I could remember that it wasn't all darkness.
And that not even Covid could suppress the artistic spirit.
I have been able to collect lots of visual pieces, paintings, videos, wall murals, and some of my own photos, like this one...
For most of his political career Justin Trudeau's strongest supporters were young Canadians.
While most older Canadians voted for the Cons.
But not any longer.
Now most seniors are preparing to support Trudeau.
It wasn't easy to secure enough vaccines for Canadians in the early days of the pandemic.
A person I know who had a front row seat described it as something akin to a wrestling match, with knives.
But somehow Justin Trudeau managed to assemble a mighty team, and now we're reaping the benefits.
He was standing in his late mother's garden. He looked terrible, wasted even. He wanted to convince people that after three days in self-isolation he was OK, and in full control of the situation.
But instead he gave the opposite impression. He looked like a man who was losing it, and like so many other Cons doesn't know what he's doing.
First the picture froze, then they lost the audio, then they went to black. For poor dumb Doug, who doesn't know even how to operate a computer, it must have seemed like a nightmare.
