As you may have heard, Andrew Scheer has unveiled his shadow cabinet. And although I didn't expect much, since it was cobbled together from the ratty remains of the Harper regime.
The ones who survived the great cleansing, the ones who are still going after the cheese.
I have to admit that this Con shadow cabinet, or collection of "shadow ministers" as Scheer likes to call them, has exceeded my expectations.
Because it couldn't be more mediocre. Or more monstrous.
Or like Scheer himself, more sinister or more shadowy.
It was supposed to be an opportunity for Donald Trump to check out the damage caused by hurricane Harvey, and offer support to its many victims.
But it didn't turn out that way.
For it was a disaster from beginning to end.
Two days ago a small group of anti-fascists or antifa attacked a larger crowd of right-wing demonstrators in Berkeley, California.
And triggered that old question again: is it OK to punch a Nazi?
And now Martin Patriquin, after seeing that and what happened in Quebec City recently.
Jumps into the fray with this answer:
When I was in university I used to bore and no doubt depress my friends, by frequently and confidently predicting that fascism was coming to America.
And that it would be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross, as Sinclair Lewis said it would in his 1935 novel It Can't Happen Here.
Until I found out that Lewis never said that.
And then when I survived the Bush regime, unlike about a million others. And religious fanatics like Jerry Falwell hit the ground hit the ground with a sickening thud, that was music to my ears, I began to think I was lucky, and that we were safe eh?
But of course, as we all know, we weren't lucky, and now nobody is safe.
As we all know, Andrew Scheer has vowed not to grant more interviews to Ezra Levant's hate mongering Rebel until it changes its "editorial direction."
Whatever that means.
But after having spent so much time with the Rebel, and after having one of Levant's flunkies run his Con leadership campaign, severing the ties that bind isn't easy.
So one moment he's Mr Positive, or Mr Cheery Scheery, whooping it up with Jason Kenney.
The next moment he's Mr Darkness.
It's hard to find a pattern in anything Donald Trump does. He's here, he's there, he's everywhere, he's out of his mind, he's making it up as he goes along.
But ever since that Nazi party in Charlottesville, a clear pattern is emerging, and it couldn't be more disturbing.
Trump has always been loud and vulgar, a bigot and a bully.
But now he is going full fascist.
I know the Mike Duffy trial seems like ancient history now, and I can hardly remember the details of the case.
Except that the wrong man was put on trial. The Harper PMO, and its morally depraved leader, were able to elude the long withered arm of the law.
And although Duffy won, he also lost, and almost had to be carried out feet first.
But despite my disappointment that Boss Harper wasn't jailed, I almost never doubted that Ol' Duff would rise again.
Well I can't say I'm surprised that Jason Kenney has turned down an invitation to attend Calgary's Pride parade.
Even though the invitation came from an Albertan with way more fans than he does.
Not when Kenney has been an anti-gay bigot for as long as I remember.
For weeks the creepy Con Andrew Scheer has been tap dancing across Canada trying to convince Canadians that he's really a nice guy.
Or as he likes to call himself Mr Positivity.
After stabbing his country in the back in the manner of a traitor...
But Scheer's Mr Nice Guy act was always going to be just a shabby show.
There is nothing nice or decent about that sinister religious fanatic, and now The Creeper is back to doing what he does best.
Donald Trump's speech in Phoenix the other night was so deeply disturbing it made many all over the world wonder what could be done, if anything, to keep him away from the nuclear codes.
So we might have a chance of surviving him.
But don't tell that to Trump because he's giving that rally a rave review.
By running not one, but four short videos on his Twitter site, to make it look like a huge, or yuuuuge success.
