It was horrible. After taking a break from Canadian politics, and the right-wing sewer that social media has become, I returned to find Pierre Poilievre cackling like a hyena.
Opening his mouth and showing his teeth, believing he is on the cusp of a massive majority.
And no doubt getting ready to take a big bite out this country, and change it beyond recognition.
And who can blame him?
I wasn't going to write anything about Justin and Sophie's sad separation. But as summer slowly changes to fall, I changed my mind.
I wanted to thank them for representing our country in such a classy manner, and for making us look new and exciting in the eyes of the world.
I'll never forget that, nor will I ever forget how the Cons did their ugly best to destroy them.
For it was, and still is, a horror show.
From the moment he became Con leader I warned that Pierre Poilievre would take this country to a very dark place.
And sure enough he wasted no time attacking Justin Trudeau like a rabid hyena, trying to smear him into submission, by blaming him for everything from the economy to the weather.
It was ugly, it was threatening, but Trudeau isn't easily intimidated, so like the Wicked Witch of the West, Poilievre summoned up his flying monkeys, and watched silently as they went after Trudeau in the Ontario town of Belleville.
It has been more than a week since Pierre Poilievre finally realized he had to soften his image or give up any hope of ever being Prime Minister.
So he gave himself a waxy looking makeover, and tried to fool us into believing that he's really a nice guy.
But sadly for him that makeover has been an absolute disaster.
And even dressing up in cowboy drag didn't help
Pierre Poilievre has always enjoyed being a bully, so it's not surprising that he should enjoy looking like one.
With his cruel eyes staring out from behind his small town bank manager glasses, searching for the man he hates above all things, the decent Justin Trudeau.
For a while the glasses helped make him look like he knew what he was talking about, and he must have thought he could fool enough people to make him Prime Minister.
Until it all fell apart.
When I woke up last Sunday morning I knew I was going to have a challenging day.
It was Pride Parade Day in Toronto, and as I prepared to head downtown with a small group of friends, at times I wondered whether I was going to survive.
For starters, weather forecasters were predicting that the temperature along the parade route was going to hover around the 34 to 35 degree mark. Which since the parade usually goes on for at least four hours, sounded to someone like me like a potentially fatal combination.
And then if that wasn't bad enough, like many of the others planning to go to the parade, I had to consider that I could be hurt or even killed.
The plan was just another example of Pierre Poilievre's feverish compulsion to destroy Justin Trudeau and Canada.
Not necessarily in that order.
He announced that he was going to personally filibuster Parliament and delay the latest budget until Trudeau agreed to mutilate and neuter the carbon tax.
But sadly for Poilievre, while the filibuster plan was dubious to say the least, the timing was disastrous.
I couldn't stay up to watch the coronation of the mad Con Queen Danielle Smith. I already knew that in a backward bigot province like Alberta she couldn't lose.
And I didn't have the time wait for the rubes to learn how to count the ballots, and make it official.
And of course, the idea of watching that kooky right-winger celebrate a mandate to try to bury her province and this country made me feel like vomiting.
But I did have one big consolation, I knew that Pierre Poilievre probably wasn't feeling that great either.
Pierre Poilievre has been laughing a lot recently. Or in his case opening his mouth and showing his teeth.
He's trying to soften his bestial Con image, but don't be fooled.
His hate mongering campaign to try to destroy Justin Trudeau continues, and is getting, even more desperate and dangerous.
I'll never forget the day I attended a Poilievre leadership campaign rally at the Steam Whistle brewery in my neighbourhood.
It was a hot day, the Cons were sweating like pigs. And Poilievre's speech was so boring I was getting ready to leave, when suddenly the grubby demagogue started chanting "Defund the CBC" "Defund the CBC!!"
And the crowd went wild.
Nothing motivates the Cons more than the idea of dismembering the CBC, with their bare hands if necessary.
And whenever they get a chance to vent that hate, it's both disturbing and disgusting...
