In my last post I told you that Erin O'Toole was looking like death warmed over. Or the closest thing to a zombie since Andrew Scheer.
And who can blame him?
He has been accused of rewarding his friends with tax payer money.
Accused of letting SoCons in his creepy party recruit even more religious fanatics as new candidates, so they can turn the Cons into the Party of God.
And now many of his supporters are revolting.
Erin O'Toole knows that an election is coming, and he knows that he is going to lose.
So he is becoming more and more desperate, and trying to smear Justin Trudeau in any way he can.
But it's just not working, in fact it's backfiring.
I must admit that right now I'm more interested in these kind of races, than the one that will determine the winner of the next election.
But I've heard that some pollsters in the field are saying they haven't seen the Con numbers so low for DECADES.
So I was curious to see whether Erin O'Toole was now caught between a rock and a hard place.
His name is Luke Prokop. He is 19-years old.
He has spend the last four years playing as a defenceman for the Calgary Hitmen of the Western Hockey League.
He is under contract with the NHL's Nashville Predators.
And he has just made NHL history.
The Con fluffer apparently hates Justin for something his father Pierre did; knocking up up Coyne's cousin Deborah, but never marrying her.
And he certainly never misses an opportunity to dump on our prime minister, or praise the Harper Party.
But something happened to him on the road to the election, somewhat similar to what happened to the Bible's Saul on the road to Damascus.
I have to give Justin Trudeau a lot of credit, because he sure knows how to campaign, even before he calls the next election.
For not only is his new childcare agreement what many Canadians needed and wanted, as they recover from a brutal pandemic.
It's also a fatal trap for Erin O'Toole and his ugly Cons.
It was great to get back to Canada, and see Justin Trudeau having a White Spot lunch with his NDP friend John Horgan.
And looking so good on the eve of an almost certain late summer or early fall election.
While Erin O'Toole and his grubby Cons are looking like death warmed up.
When I woke up yesterday morning and stared out of the window, for a moment it looked like the pandemic nightmare was finally over.
The bay had become alive, even the big boats were out racing each other, and the waterfront patios were full of happy people.
And all I could think of was thank you heroic health workers, thank you Team Canada, and thank you Justin Trudeau, for giving us our lives back.
In my last post I looked at the latest Ipsos poll, which like so many others is suggesting that Justin Trudeau's Liberals are heading for a massive majority in the next election.
But I didn't have time to break down that poll, to try to determine clear where all that support is coming from.
And now that I have, I am absolutely stunned.
It wasn't a pretty sight, yet another Erin O'Toole photo-op. This one featuring him jogging with his latest divisive slogan plastered over his jiggling man boobs.
The idea is to make him look physically fit, and ready to take on Justin Trudeau in the upcoming election.
But the question has to be how much gas has he got left?
And who is he running from?
