It’s a fair guess that when historians look back at the current era it will not be referred to as The Enlightenment. The purpose of our contemporary scientific inquiry, as those deceived by the Covid hustle will know, is not shedding light but shrouding and blinding honest inquiry. If The Enlightenment was a ray of sunshine to expose truth, then the Suppression is a blow torch to destroy discussion. 

Chaos is their byword. With over half the population sleepwalking already (a plurality of Canadians still support the enactment of the 2022 Emergencies Act against the 'Freedom Convoy' protests)  the radicals are closer than ever to their goal. With a willing media it won’t take long for them to get there.

As voters entered the 2022 polling booth— even those who’d told pollsters they’d vote GOP— the spectre of Trump loomed. Suddenly the binary choice between chaos agent Trump and semi-coherent Biden tilted toward Corn Pop Joe. And just like that, Trump choices across America like Kari Lake (AZ), Dr. Oz (PA) and Herschel Walker (GA) went down in flames. Turning the GOP tidal wave into a trickle. 

One of the quaint things about the Liberal base is their undying affection for legacy Canada— even as their fearless leader seeks to create Beijing on the Rideau. They still venerate VIA train service, Canada Post and government liquor stores. The more Justin Trudeau tears at the fabric of their legacy the deeper their affection for bygone days.

Dave Chappelle has been raked for “punching down” on the Left’s pet causes. Ricky Gervais the same. For all the threats Gervais and Chappelle have received over alleged LGBTQ-2 slurs in the past, they have never backed down from the comedic art of in-your-face political commentary. And their new products Armageddon (Gervais) and The Dreamer (Chappelle) are no exception.

By year’s end the feckless new friends of Hamas found themselves compelled to voice support around the Xmas table for the heinous Oct. 7 massacre. “Hey, how about a little restraint IDL?” Where they saw a face staring back at them, just not the one they expected.

Guilbault & Co. have no practical knowledge of the auto industry other than stroking huge cheques for battery factories that are irrelevant before they’re built. His Euro buddies want this, and that’s enough for him.

Judging by the Liberals battle plan, the next showdown will be between Trudeau and Donald Trump/ Elon Musk. According to the federal Liberals and their water carriers in the Canadian media the biggest threat is not Proxy Pierre but the combined forces of populist America taking over Canada’s sacred democracy.

The complacency of the Clever Culture— in the person of Norman Lear protegé Rob Reiner—has been stultifying and self-reinforcing. Eventually most of those captured by it fell wordlessly into the coma of non-binary, cisgendered, trans-accepting, Hamas-has-a-point acceptance that Trump threatens. 

Let’s be honest, the official bilingual policy we’ve had was a dry run for the Carbon Tax. It has been a multi-billion dollar sinkhole foisted on the country by Justin Trudeau’s daddy. Like all top-down policies it is permanent and immutable. And useless at its stated goal. Quebec clearly doesn’t need it. The ROC resents it.

What is unsaid in all the doomsday downsizing (perhaps concocted aboard Jefferey Epstein’s Lolita Express) is the fact that, in the West at least, depopulation is already cutting through the population like a scythe. Who needs Gates and needles when we have collective self-elimination of the species?

The fact that Obama has a shred of credibility left after his eight years of turning America into a struggle session is that the special people have imprinted their most virtuous selves upon him. They bought the nonsense about halting waters and ending warmth. The wine moms and radical dads can no more point out his fatuousness and policy implosions than they can put on a new skin. 

Modern liberalism is like a colouring book. You have dots on the page representing support for single-payer healthcare and indigenous graves and trans rights. And there are dots for Trump hatred and the Truckers Convoy. It looks impressive so long as you’re never forced to connect the dots. 

While nothing assuages the brutal loss of life in Israel and Gaza we at least have a clearer picture of the people who now infest our communities with their anti-colonist clap-trap. People who danced in the streets of Arab cities after 9/11 are now dancing in the streets on Toronto, Montreal, Calgary and Edmonton. Our PM harvested this sociopathy from abroad, and now we reap the whirlwind at home. 

To understand Justin Trudeau one must see him as he sees himself. Like the benevolent character in Catcher In The Rye, he thinks he’s stopping innocent children toppling over a cliff. Unlike Holden Caulfield, however, he does want nasty people to go flying over that same cliff. In his world you must choose his side or the other.

Any thought that the Woke folk will take a lesson from this fiasco should save their breath. No one of import is going to be fired. No one holding cabinet office will be replaced. They cannot, because these people feel imbued with righteousness. Like Obama, they think the arc of history will bend to them because they’re good people.

The Right’s challenge is thinking their critics will respond to shame or being corrected. Can't be done. Won't be done. They're like Japanese soldiers fighting WW II on a deserted island 25 years after armistice. They'll die repeating the Donald Trump Bleach meme to themselves.

Buffett’s light-hearted lyrics about Cheeseburgers In Paradise aided the denialist wing of his audience in dodging the radical drift they’d allowed in society. It’s not his fault that they mistook Buffett’s good-times recordings and concerts for their reality. But, for all of Dowd’s tender ministrations, it is his legacy. 

This time seems different. Trudeau is like comedian Mike Myers, who, in just over a decade, went from being the world’s favourite funny man in Austin Powers (1997–2002), and Shrek (2001) to self parody as The Love Guru (2008). For all his attempts to shut down his critics PMJT has become the political equivalent of The Love Guru. Played out. Lame.