Conservative Leader Erin O’Toole listens in the background as Prime Minister Justin Trudeau answers a question in the House of Commons on Oct. 21, 2020.
Conservative MP Pierre Poilievre speaks during a press conference on Parliament Hill in Ottawa on Oct. 19, 2020.
No election. Huzzah!
It is great news. For a while Canada was a-tremble that the ice-hearted Conservatives, with their rude slanders on Justin Trudeau’s ethical impeccability, and even more furious attempts to pry into his and his family’s (surely private) business relationships with the Kielburger-WE octopus, would bring an end to the finest, most perfect one-year government performance since the days of Athenian democracy.
The Conservatives have failed. They would have hauled us into a plague election.
They would have hauled us into a plague election
But Mr. Trudeau steadfastly — it is his way — stood his ground, and dared them: if you push a motion to investigate WE (and us), the government will regard it as a confidence motion, and should it pass, there WILL be an election.
So there we were. The manic Conservatives and their wild leader sought to upend the finest administration this country has ever known and perhaps ever will, on a trivial matter of public accountability over the passing around of a mere billion public dollars. Again, they failed.
Am I allowed to say this in the delicate pages of the National Post? Dark bastards, those Conservatives.
Thank whatever heaven there is, Trudeau stood up to them. He was his own man. “You want to see what we did in WE? Force an election then, you Tory bandits.”
What a man, a Parliamentary Sir Galahad. And how happy he is that he has as first squire, and heartiest supporter, NDP Leader Jagmeet Singh. J. Singh happily joined with J. Trudeau to defeat the pernicious motion of E. O’Toole.
So now let us turn to the prime minister’s miserable opponents, the (ha) opposition!
What a man, a Parliamentary Sir Galahad
This Erin O’Toole fellow is a pure menace. Why the Conservatives turned out that other pleasant fellow they had, Scheer I believe was his name, I cannot understand. O’Toole is a political biter. Imagine distressing the prime minister with calls to accounting, and asking what was paid to Trudeau family members by a bunch who were set to get a billion dollars to distribute.
Imagine objecting to shutting down bothersome committees. Earlier this year O’Toole even objected to shutting down Parliament and made mock of the venerable Tent of Commons. Shame is a stranger to him.
Worse still. He is coupled with the carnivore of question period, the well-buttoned, sleek-haired shark of Sparks Street, Pierre Poilievre. P.P. daily harasses Mr. Trudeau over contracts and insider deals, broken pledges and parliamentary oversight. He is an outrage to the great Canadian code of civility.
These two, and the fearsome Michelle Rempel Garner, needlessly pester a government that has our backs, hates oil companies, and practices gender analytics.
O’Toole, Poilievre, Rempel … the three (dis) amigos. Honestly, some days we must question whether the Conservative Party of Canada should be outlawed everywhere east of Red Deer, and only allowed day passes to British Columbia.
However, let us rejoice. The danger is past. The Vote of Confidence wolves have left the Commons door, gone down the Hill past the (gas-powered) Centennial Flame, and checked into the Radisson Hotel on Queen Street.
The Vote of Confidence wolves have left the Commons door
The Liberal-NDP majority government still stands. The Justin Trudeau-Jagmeet Singh pact has held the fort. What a shield against disorder and chaos this embrace of Parliamentary champions has been.
A thought. In the midst of this storm of iconoclastic tear-downs, (John A. ripped from Queen’s U.) why not a present-day marble figurine of Jagmeet and Justin entwined in a non-partisan embrace? For you classicists, Damon and Pythias visit Parliament Hill.
But back to the jubilee. No fall election folks.
A nation, from behind its collective face grill of linen germ-stoppers, exhales a long, deep sigh of relief.
Unless, of course, the nation is outdoors partaking in a social justice exhibition. In which case the nation may sigh with wild abandon, absent the mask on its breathing holes, beautifully confident that the laws of droplet dispersion and proximity infection never apply when the cause is righteous.
But Hallelujah! again. There will be no election, and Trudeau’s huge dare over his and his family’s interesting cohabitation with WE and its many arms, has been won. Thanks to Jagmeet Singh, and the Liberals’ own obedient caucus, the Tories’ three amigos are stymied. WE Inc. and the Liberal shenanigans will remain the mystery they should remain.
The untroubled tranquility of our once-upon-a-time Dominion, the deep quiet of a neutered Parliament, a blockaded Opposition, and a bland press corps will be, must be, celebrated, coast to coma-calm coast.
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