Exuent Stage Left

Bitter disappointment for some, a gentle fade-out for most.  Those who feel they have put in the time and the effort, made themselves indispensable to the Liberal Party of Canada, have now had the proverbial rug pulled out from under their aspirations.  Their worst fears realized, as Mr. Hemandhaw has decided - big surprise - that he can no longer defy destiny.  He does enjoy dramatics, and felt that the public would appreciate a bit of drama as well, stringing out his response to the question: Will he run?

Why yes, the gentleman is for running.  And though he elicited sympathy in explaining how ill done he and his brothers were with their illustrious father giving his fullest attention to ordering the affairs of the nation when they were young, unwilling to cause a similar situation to befall his own young children, duty calls - loudly if not shrilly.  He cannot, must not and will not disappoint his loyal fans.  How loyal?

How does over a hundred thousand Twitter fans appeal?  Hundred and fifty thousand?  Golly.

Those agitated numbers of fans doubtless greet Justin Trudeau's bon mots with undying devotion; whatever issues from his lips becomes the stuff of 'did you hear?'  The latest scatological compliment directed toward the Opposition benches in Parliament, perhaps...  The most recent musings relative to the justification of Quebec separating in offence taken by Canada's Conservative-minded Prime Minister.  Vacuous musings on nomenclature too stern to describe cultural abuse of females.

Where Pierre Trudeau offered light-hearted antics to leaven the gravity of the decisions he made on behalf of ordering the country's affairs, his son's level of discourse has not yet moved beyond secondary school.  But the flamboyance and self-assurance have been inherited if not the capability and resourcefulness as a nation's manager.  Want to talk economy or world events or health care?  Plenty of civil servants who know what they're doing, an amplitude of bureaucrats who can advise.

But there he is, in full grin mode, basking in adoration and being an awfully nice, unaffected individual.  He obviously feels he is well qualified to become the new Liberal saviour to lead the party out of the dim wilderness their previous selections led them into to wither and die in the public consciousness.  Only the son of Pierre Elliot Trudeau has the required wherewithal to lead the Liberals back to the Land they have promised themselves.

He has barely entered the competition and yet immediately elevated to the Crown.  Other aspirants must be agonizing with themselves whether they really, truly are that invested in self-abuse that they wish to commit to a $75,000 leadership-entrance fee.  Entitlements, earned or otherwise, have a way of discombobulating others without such expectations; demoralizing them beyond resuscitation.

Has the man ever apologized for his faux pas?  Seems not.  Does that speak of emotional maturity?  One recalls his mother brought up on a drunk driving charge and pleading not guilty despite evidence to the contrary, hiring a high-paid legal-eagle and pleading for compassion taking her mental illness into account, and being charitably acquitted.

Perhaps it's time to acquit Justin Trudeau from his leadership illusions, leaving the field to those who have the experience, the intelligence and the stuff it takes to demonstrate their fitness outside of a boxing ring.