Andrew Scheer tried so hard to look like a winner, instead of a sad loser.
He vowed to continue as if he hadn't lost the election. He vowed to lead the Cons to victory in the next one. He vowed that this time he would DESTROY Justin Trudeau.
But apparently behind the scenes he was a total wreck, a broken man. He couldn't believe what had happened, and wherever he went he heard the sounds of knives sharpening.
Until he finally surrendered.
The little ferry had to struggle against a howling bitterly cold wind, as it headed for the lonely part of the island, for the last time this year.
And the scene seemed to symbolize what the ghastly year of 2014 felt like to me.
Because it was a struggle. Sometimes it was hard to tell whether we going forwards or backwards. The foul stench of the Con regime was always in our faces. And there were times when I wondered whether I would make it to 2015.
But now the New Year is here, and like the glow of the setting sun, it brings with it the promise of brighter days ahead.
