Cruel firings are not unknown in broadcasting. Anyone in the business long enough has a horror story about a frog-march with the box of possessions at 9:30 A.M.— escorted by security. It was just thought that someone with Lisa LaFlamme’s pedigree would at least get a consolation prize and a lunch. Guess not.

The current Media Party attempt to tame populist fires is the left-leaning media’s swooning for played-out 1990s man Jean Charest as the answer to Conservative electoral dreams. Charest is what a liberal thinks a Conservative should be. Namely, defeated. But CBC panels and G&M editorials caution against rejecting Charest’s sober experience in favour of fiery Pierre Poilievre.

As demons go, Stephen Harper always left something to be desired. While the media and his political opponents painted a picture of a diabolical schemer bent of hoarding power, Harper mostly bored ordinary Canadians. For all the strenuous efforts of newsrooms and chat rooms tapping him as Trump, The Harp lacked a certain je ne sais quoi when it came to ruthless maniacs.

Who made Klaus Schwab king of the world? Don’t Justin Trudeau and Pete Buttigieg work for the citizens of sovereign nations? Apparently not, as Schwab has ordered his munchkins to end private ownership of cars. And so they shall.

“It was a solution in search of evidence she did not have. She told President Trump that the evidence was there anyway.” And convinced him to lock down society indefinitely. In Deborah Birx’s view, “symptoms mean next to nothing, because people can always carry around the virus in their nose without being sick… She saw this as a confirmation that everyone has to lock down, because otherwise we’ll deal with a black plague.”

William Jennings Bryan said America wouldn’t be crucified on a cross of silver. But Trudeau believes his voters should be crucified on a World Bank cross of Green. The answer to every question of his government ends like this from deputy Liberal leader Chrystia Freeland: .“$200 (gas) fill-ups are why we have to work even harder and move even faster towards a green economy.”

Driven by idealogue leaders, North America is perched precariously on a philosophical partition. One that could easily become a dangerous physical partition. The Great Compromise of 2024 is lurking by the door, waiting to make its entrance. It will not be pretty.

Drag is now the lapdog of the bored suburban housewife demo. If this transcendence is a little too on-the-nose to those who stood by the St. Charles’s Halloween Parade, a bit provocative, a lot in-your-face… that’s the point. You’re meant to feel unsettled, insulted. It’s a design feature.

How far would Trudeau’s federal government be willing to go in punishing elected officials in Alberta and perhaps Saskatchewan who defy them? Having the law on your side is one thing. Enforcing it is another. Waging economic war against the West on behalf of Ontario only perpetuates the grievances of the West and splits the nation further.

Fighting for free speech has just gotten too hard. The latest example of radicals trying to eliminate NFL voices they can’t abide came when the Washington New Names defensive coordinator Jack Del Rio had the temerity to juxtapose the January 6/ 2001 riot with the two years off BLM rioting in 2020-21.

The fly in this ointment is that, with American prestige and profit invested so deeply now, what happens if they run out of Ukrainian patriots to throw into the fire against a seemingly impregnable Putin? If the proxies are pushing up daisies what is Plan B? No one in the Western elites is sending their boys to die in Kiev or the Donbas region.

While Canadian voters believe Ottawa politicians take their cues from the public, the reality of the Le Dauphin years is that Canadian policy direction is often conjured up in the fever swamps of MSNBC, CNN or the New York Times, the bibles of CDN Leftist cult thinking. He’s playing what they’re saying.

Like the California elite in Silicon Valley, Toronto’s Family Compact has shown its survival skills in the Trudeau years, returning Captain Blackface to power on three occasions in a Faustian bargain to preserve its status. With the reality sleeping on homeless sidewalks, Toronto’s nomenklatura moved “to dispossess others” to get ahead, because not doing so meant losing their own way of life.

Some are born great. Some have greatness thrust upon them. Then there’s Justin Trudeau, the Trust Fund Fruit-Loop. You know you’re out of your depth. Worse, you know that everyone else knows you’re out of your depth. You know that they know you have a resumé thinner than consommé. You have multiple skeletons hidden back at the ski chalet. They only want you for your name.

Pollievre’s attitude in the face of Ottawa’s Trump phobia will remain much like the irascible John Diefenbaker who blew out of the West in 1957, defying the status quo, to win the PMO twice. In the face of blowback from those quivering at Liberal omnipotency Dief opined, “You can’t stand up for Canada with a banana for a backbone.”

The Canadian pro-choice movement wants you to think that Roe v Wade is happening here. And that they’re the only bulwark against The Handmaid’s Tale in Canada. And they don’t mind muddying the waters a little by suggesting this may lead to revoking interracial marriage, gay marriage, men swimming against women, etc.

Predictably the same poseurs who vowed to go to Canada after Trump won in 2016 are now vowing to leave Twitter with Elon Musk’s purchase of Twitter. As if. When there is so much hurt to weaponize against your enemies it would seem foolish to leave the party now.

Remember back in the Don Draper past when commercials actually talked about the product they were selling? Soap that cleaned clothes better. Cars that used less fuel. Toothpaste that whitened better. The idea was for you to buy the product to based on its merits. Yeah. Those days are done.

If you allow government to change the law for emergencies, they will create emergencies to change the law. Those in power have demonstrated that, in concert with their media shills, they can sell any proposition that even five years ago was unthinkable to most. Even those who cower behind masks now understand this.

At its heart this explosion of controlled expression is about one thing: Justin Trudeau’s next job. Whether it’s being wind therapist for The Great Reset or concierge at the Climate Hotel, hushing Canadians is all to the greater glory of the most vain person to ever be PM. As the Irish expression goes, #PMJT has to be “the bride at every wedding; the corpse at every funeral.”