I have never understood why the Cons and other toxic Trudeau haters get such a perverted pleasure going after our prime minister and his family.
But I do know it's not healthy, I do know it's not Canadian.
I do know that this is the kind of horror show you get when you let those haters poison our country.
Ever since the fake scandal erupted, I've sometimes felt like that other Simon in William Golding's Lord of the Flies. The one who could see what others couldn't, or didn't want to see.
The one who knew who the real monster was.
Because for me the real monster was the way the Con media covered the story, with a feverish one-sided assault on Justin Trudeau, so biased and so sweaty with toxic Trudeau hatred it was practically pornographic.
And worse, because this one-sided hysterical coverage did not reflect the views of most Canadians, that gaping disconnect also struck me as totalitarian in nature, and a threat to our democracy.
So I'm really glad to see somebody in the MSM finally call out the monster.
I've been warning for a long time about the way the toxic Trudeau haters out there have been slowly poisoning our country.
And how Andrew Scheer's obsessive never-ending attacks on the prime minister, in the style of Ezra Levant's ratty Rebel, have debased our politics, and made Canada a more dangerous place to live in.
And yesterday this toxic hatred bubbled up again, when Justin Trudeau visited Calgary.
And about a thousand protesters turned out to meet him.
Candice Bergen, the Con house leader, is one of the loudest and most vile members of Andrew Scheer's Con Clown Circus.
Her hatred for Justin Trudeau is so great it's deeply disturbing, and can only make many Canadians question whether she's losing her marbles.
So when her creepy Con leader decreed that this now dying summer should be known as Trudeau's "Summer of Failure."
Nobody could control her or hold her back.
It's finally starting to feel like Spring in the place where I live, and after a long hard winter I am reminded again why I love Canada so much.
Soon I'll be out on the lake feeling the fresh wind in my face, far from the madding crowd and all the problems of this troubled world.
And then in a month or so I'll be here.
For a long time after the Con regime went down in flames, and was humiliated beyond recognition, Pierre Poilievre all but faded into the woodwork.
Or lost himself in the midst of all those Con losers. I mean just look at them.
But then the fake Aga Khan scandal gave him a new lease on life, and another chance to attack Justin Trudeau and his family.
And now he's at it again.
