It is slightly irritating to have to do two pieces in a row on Justin Trudeau. I put quite a lot of work into the last one, and I had hoped to write on other topics. I have two other projects underway that I want to publish soon. One is intended to explore the question of whether or not union members should pay dues to organizations that have been hijacked by social justice warriors, and that are using those funds to undermine our society. The other is going to explore how soon the racial and religious violence that we now see in some European countries might be coming to Canada. Both of these topics are taking much time to research, and so I will have to keep this one short.
I was busy at work today - apparently not busy enough - and had a look at my Twitter feed. This was a mistake, as something severely disturbing immediately jumped out at me. The offending item was a photo of our celebrity Prime Minister, bawling hysterically, over the death of a single individual in his fifties who had brain cancer. It was roughly one hour later that I decided that I could not let this go and that I would have to write about it.
Gord Downie was apparently an admirable human being. His early death is certainly a serious tragedy for those close to him. Any early death is tragic, and the brain cancer that caused his death is one of the most common causes of cancer deaths for Canadians between the ages of forty and sixty. There is a lot of tragedy to go around in the world and if you have not experienced any, I assure you, it's coming. At some point we will all face serious tragedy of one kind or another. The question is: How do we hold up when it comes? Can people count on us? Are we useful?
I did wonder for a few minutes if it might perhaps be mean of me to attack an individual who appears to be in deep distress over the loss of a fellow Canadian celebrity. I came to the conclusion that, no, it's not mean. We are talking about the leader of a modern industrialized country. I then went further and thought about how Winston Churchill, while serving as the Prime Minister of the UK, had stoically and admirably faced news daily of young British soldiers being slaughtered, of the Blitz, and of the real possibility of the total destruction of his country and its culture. Churchill did shed a tear now and then; but, when you consider the enormous weight and seriousness of what he faced, a bit of emotion must be allowed. In our current situation, I think I have a right to say pull yourself together, Justin.
I can't help but wonder if Mr. Trudeau's experience as a drama teacher is being put to use for nefarious purposes. Was crying his specialty as a drama teacher? The death of Mr. Downie did come at a particularly convenient time for Trudeau. There is at least one serious scandal involving his government, and Trudeau's public appearance as a crushed, devastated, and whimpering wreck, might just buy him the kind of time he needs to avoid serious questions. This might not be the case, but then, the alternative is just as bad.
The world is becoming an increasingly serious and dangerous place. There are growing military crises, humanitarian disasters, and the ever increasing realization that some groups of people cannot coexist together without chaos and violence. It is only a matter of time until the manufacture of nuclear and biological weapons becomes easy, and classed as old technology. The last thing we need is a Prime Minister who cries, whimpers, and becomes useless at the slightest hint of difficulty. We need courage, stoicism, forthrightness, and far sightedness. We need a Prime Minister who we can count on to be level-headed and able to perform his duties admirably, honestly, and courageously.
There may come a day, Mr. Trudeau, when I get brain cancer and pass away. Please do not cry hysterically on television for me - you'll embarrass us both.