Growing up in Canada, one learns that an obligation of citizenship is to humor the nation’s delusions of grandeur.
In schools, to the extent history is still taught, Canada’s role in world events is revised to outsized proportions. Self-flattering terms like “moral superpower” are coined to imply that from the Cuban Missile Crisis to the supposed existential threat of “Climate Change,” it is Canada pulling the strings, like some benign and unfailingly polite Kaiser Soze.
One is enjoined to play along as Canada insists it is the best in the world at this or that — oftentimes in qualitative, subjective fields such as the arts. Even here, anyone with eyes to see or ears to hear or good taste to consult recognizes this is not the case. But the Canadian thing to do is nod, smile, and not object.
It is perhaps fitting that a vapid scion like Justin Trudeau should be the leader of such a nation. A country of little consequence is led by a young man who has never faced consequences.
Since he first thrust his way onto the national stage almost two decades ago at his father’s funeral, I have found Justin embarrassing. I resisted opining on him for as many years as possible, even as I knew he would one day be prime minister, as I imagined the topic would demean me and my listeners.
Even so, Justin proved handy for profiling purposes. To wit, if I encountered someone who did not blush at his nonsense, while I would still endeavor to love them as a fellow child of God, I’d recognize that we were simply not on the same page in life.
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See Also:
(1) Trudeau’s hollow victory leaves the real issues facing this country unresolved
(2) Déjà vu in Alberta with another Trudeau as PM
(3) ‘Wexit’ talk doesn’t stop at Alberta’s border with Conservative surge in B.C.
(4) Trudeau humbled? Not on your life
(5) Time to put Parliament on right path
