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.
He suddenly seems to have realized who the Cons really are, and why they are going nowhere.
But rather than blaming the Con leadership, or the party's racism, misogyny, and vile homophobia, he blames its impending destruction on its temperament.
Beyond leadership or policy, the Conservative malaise seems even more to do with what I might call the party’s temperament: not just its image but its persona, the deeper qualities of disposition that are revealing of character. Something in the Conservative temperament has simply become repellent to a great many people.
While the Liberals, as the party of power and therefore of cabinet posts, have always been able to recruit individuals with a record of accomplishment in other fields, the Conservatives tend to get stuck with the lifers, people who have never done anything but partisan politics and are motivated by nothing so much as hatred of the Grits. Which may explain why the party’s leading lights so often look and sound like campus Conservatives.
If you don't have a Globe subscription you can read the whole thing here.
For it is worth reading, even if it is fatally flawed:
Of course, I fully expect Coyne to return to polishing Con knobs, as soon as he recovers from that blinding flash of reason.
For his hatred for Trudeau is so great it he can only be fed by our scummy Con media.
But sooner or later that beggar bowl will run out, as the Cons slowly wither on the vine.
A new generation is taking over.
And it demands better...