Once upon a time, a charming political maverick swooped in like a Netflix heartthrob to save Canada from stale leadership. Enter Justin Trudeau, complete with great hair, rolled-up sleeves, and the promise of sunny ways. But fast-forward a decade, and Trudeau’s star has dimmed faster than a Dollarama bulb in a hockey rink.
You know you’ve hit rock bottom when people start saying, “Hey, remember Stephen Harper? He wasn’t that bad.” A man who once mocked the old guard for being tone-deaf now spends his days fumbling over housing, inflation, and, occasionally—well, increasingly too often—his own ethics. We thought we were electing Canada’s cool teacher; instead, we got a guy who shows up late, forgets the lesson plan, and blames the students.
From blackface scandals to alienating his own party, Trudeau’s legacy has turned into a Shakespearean tragedy—one where the lead doesn’t know when to exit stage left. Even your die-hard supporters whisper things like, “Well, he tries” with the same energy as parents excusing a kid’s bad Little League performance. But there are few of those these days. With his failed attempt to demote Chrystia Freeland only to have her resign from cabinet, Trudeau is hard up for friends.
It’s a tale as old as democracy: a leader who started as the breath of fresh air eventually becoming the draft we can’t plug. If your defining argument to stay is, “But that Pierre Poilievre guy would be worse,” you’ve officially entered the political twilight zone.
Mr. Trudeau, there’s no shame in leaving before they cut off your mic. Just dust off that resume and find something else. I hear podcasting is all the rage.