I wasn't looking forward to watching Justin Trudeau appear before the Commons Justice Committee.
I knew that Pierre Poilievre and his ugly stooge Charlie Angus were out for blood, determined to make a fake scandal sound like a real one.
And after the way they had both teamed up to smear poor Margaret Trudeau the day before, I knew they were capable of anything.
But as it turns out, I shouldn't have worried.


