It's now been two years to the day since Canadians gave Justin Trudeau a crushing majority.
And he sent Stephen Harper packing...
And into the garbage can of history.
Who can forget what a magical night it was?
And who can forget what the Cons looked like once it was over.
About a year before the last election I decided the most useful thing I could do was to try to get as many young Canadians to vote as I could.
So together with many other people and organizations all over the country, I set out to convince them that if they didn't vote our country might die.
And their future could die with it.
And although I knew from the election results that it did work, now it's official.
It's looking more and more like Tom Mulcair will survive his leadership review. Or at least get a two year reprieve.
New Democratic Party Leader Tom Mulcair should have two years to rebuild the party’s fortunes before being replaced, but that could come sooner if he does poorly in next week’s leadership review, says one of Canada’s most powerful labor leaders.
But while Jerry Dias, a man who I respect, makes a reasonable case for not firing Mulcair.
I still don't believe that he's the man to renew the NDP...
I haven't written anything about the NDP leadership review, because I know some of my NDP friends are still hurting from their disastrous election result. And I didn't want to re-open any wounds.
And also because I think Justin Trudeau is the best prime minister I have ever known, so it's not that I'm unhappy at the way that election worked out.
But I did vote for the NDP, I care about the future of that party.
So I think it's time to list some reasons why I think Tom Mulcair should go.
It has to be the most bizarre disappearing act in Canadian political history.
The way Stephen Harper turned into an invisible man, or one with a baseball cap pulled down over his eyes so nobody can recognize him.
And has rarely been spotted, and never heard from, since the night he was defeated.
So I'm glad to see that somebody in the MSM has finally tried to find him.
During the last election campaign I spent most of my free time trying to encourage young Canadians to vote.
As did a lot of other people and groups all over the country.
I got the feeling that more of them would vote than had voted in other elections. But I couldn't be sure.
That is until yesterday.
She was called Stephen Harper's "enforcer", or just "The Beast." The one who took no prisoners.
She ran the last Con campaign, and drove it off a cliff.
Before she was tossed off the bus, and out of her master's inner circle.
But now Jenni Byrne is back, and blaming everyone but herself.
From the moment he was sworn in the Con media has gone after Justin Trudeau like a pack of rabid rats.
They have attacked his wife, they have attacked his children.
They keep claiming that his honeymoon is over.
But sadly for them they don't seem to know their own country, and are almost certainly going to be bitterly disappointed.
It still seems hard to believe. Hard to believe that today is the day we will finally get a chance to take down the Con monster Stephen Harper.
And take back our Canada.
For while there is still much work to be done to get out the vote, and make sure that Harper and his filthy Cons don't steal the election.
It does seem the sun is finally going down on the Harper regime.
Dear young Canadians, I have waited until the last moment to send out this message encouraging you to vote tomorrow.
But I have worked with many of you for over six months in different groups and committees, so a lot of you know where I am coming from.
And all all I want to do in these last critical hours is to repeat my message I have tried to hammer home.
Vote as if your lives depended upon it, for that couldn't be more true.
In my last post I told you how happy I was to see a desperate Stephen Harper going down holding Rob Ford's sweaty paw.
Because it couldn't be a grubbier end to their sordid story. They do deserve each other, and no Canadians have ever shamed this country in the eyes of the world as much they have.
But what makes me even happier, makes my long struggle feel worth it, are the forces that finally brought down the the monstrous dictator.
Even in my fondest dreams I never could have imagined a more fitting end to the grubby reign of the depraved political pervert Stephen Harper.
For there he was in the sordid House of Ford.
Begging Rob and Doug to save him, because he's desperate.
And as Chris Selley writes, debasing and humiliating himself beyond recognition.
He closes his eyes a lot these days. And it's hard to say whether he's still sniffing for a majority. Or whether he's praying for deliverance.
His new ads that are now saturating the airwaves claim that it's not about him.
But Stephen Harper couldn't be more wrong.
It is all about him, and it is as Don Martin writes, a Harperendum.
It's been the longest and ugliest election campaign I have ever seen. A monstrous bigot game that has made us look cheap and ugly, and shamed us in the eyes of the world.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, then there is this deeply disturbing question:
How can such a big young country have such small dreams?
When I travel around my neighbourhood trying to convince people to vote, I am constantly frustrated by the political ignorance of some Canadians.
And sometimes I can't feel helping it's like asking the Trailer Park Boys to vote.
But luckily I see help is on the way, in the form of Halifax actor John Dunsworth, aka Jim Lahey the superintendent of the trailer park.
Who is trying to urge Canadians to vote, as...um... only he could...
There couldn't have been a more bizarre sight, or a clearer sign that Stephen Harper is losing his grip on reality, as well as losing the election.
And is now even willing to debase himself to try to avoid being humiliated by Justin Trudeau.
For there he was yesterday, looking incredibly bagged and grubby, while a young woman threw wads of cash in his general direction, to the cash register sound of ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching.
Looking and sounding like a sleazy carnival barker, or a third-rate Bob Barker.
Well it must have been a very special Thanksgiving celebration at Stephen Harper's house, with a bloody niqab replacing a squawking turkey.
A chance to give thanks for all those shiny new seats that bigot issue has earned him in Quebec.
But after he had finished gobbling his ghastly meal down, and allowed Jason Kenney to gnaw on the carcass, it must also have been his most miserable Thanksgiving ever.
For this must have given him a really bad case of indigestion.
Oh dear. I see that Stephen Harper had to take the day off yesterday. No doubt to try to recover from the brutal effects of the long campaign he inflicted upon himself.
And get a full spa treatment.
Because let's face it he needs one...
Every day he looks more bagged and more desperate.
But who can blame him? When he probably can't sleep at night thinking about how he might soon be humiliated by the Son of the Anti-Christ, the spawn of the Great Satan, Justin Trudeau.
It should be a good news story. But instead it's a democratic nightmare.
Large numbers of Canadians are flocking to advance polling stations across the country.
Only to leave without casting their ballots because of the long lineups.
It was almost dark when I got back to the waterfront. A cold wind was whipping across the lake. But I could see the lights of the boat coming to pick me up.
Just like with only ten days to go, I think I can see the light at the end of our long Harperland nightmare.
For what a difference a day can make.
