Yesterday I ran a Michael Harris column that looked at the Cons apparent death wish.
And how they seemed unable to escape the deathly legacy of Stephen Harper.
And I also wondered how Rona Ambrose's decision to criticize Kellie Leitch for her demagogic proposal to screen immigrants for "anti-Canadian values,"would affect Ambrose's leadership.
And her ability to hold her party together.
I grew up by the sea. I learned to read its many moods.
I learned when it was safe to swim in it or sail on it, and when it was dangerous.
I knew the toll it took on those who set out in small boats to harvest its bounty.
But these days you don't have to live by the sea to know it's angry.
When Rona Ambrose was named interim leader of the Cons, I predicted that the hissing ghosts of the Harper Party would come back to haunt her.
And turn her job into a nightmare.
And sure enough now they have.
With Kellie Leitch dredging up the corpse of her infamous cultural barbarism campaign.
When I saw Donald Trump in a Detroit church, trying to appeal to African-American voters by posing as a religious person.
And swaying awkwardly from side to side to the strains of the song "What a Mighty God We Serve."
I must admit that I laughed so long and so loudly I was practically transported myself.
But of course it wasn't really funny, it was the act of a desperate Con man.
It's hard to believe that it's been a year since since the body of three-year-old Alan Kurdi washed up on a Turkish beach.
For it seems so much longer.
But although the passage of time has dulled the impact of that horrible tragedy.
What we must never forget is how that poor little toddler awakened the conscience of Canada, and helped bring down the Con regime.
Donald Trump is always declaring war on something or somebody, so he can look bigger in one of his many mirrors, or in the eyes of the mob.
One day it's Mexico, the next day it's lying' Hillary Clinton, or the media, or anyone who dares criticize him.
So it's sometimes hard to remember his most dangerous war.
His insane war on the planet itself.
In my last post I looked at how Kellie Leitch was discovered discreetly cooking up a new/nouveau batch of her foul cultural barbarism brew.
By stirring up the idea that immigrants and refugees should be screened for "anti-Canadian values."
Even though Leitch wouldn't know a Canadian value if it flew up like a bat and bit her on the nose.
But if you thought she was sorry for having been caught in the act of trying to bubble up bigotry again, and might blubber like she did a few months ago.
You'd be wrong.
One might be excused for believing that Kellie Leitch would have learned her lesson.
She herself wanted us to believe that she was sorry for her foul cultural barbarism campaign, and her infamous snitch line.
Or so she blubbered.
"I've had a lot of time to think about this since the campaign took place and if I could go back in time, which I can't, I would change things," Leitch said. "I would not have made that announcement that day.
But sadly it seems that old habits die hard.
Yesterday I tried illustrate the effect Stephen Harper's foul legacy was having on the Con leadership race.
With the most mediocre candidates that party and this country has ever seen shuffling around or buzzing around, seeking to replace him.
And I wrote that I didn't think it could get any worse.
But sadly I was wrong.
He launched his campaign like an angry orange Hitler on steroids, by calling Mexicans drug dealers and rapists, vowing to immediately deport 11 million undocumented immigrants.
Build a great wall along the southern border, and make Mexico pay for it.
But when Donald Trump realized he was alienating moderate Republicans and his polls were starting to resemble a rapidly deflating piñata, he decided he should moderate his image.
So off to Mexico he went...
