The last paragraph of Orwell’s 1984:
“He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.”
A brilliant, perfectly-timed stroke of shameless genius, Justin trumped Kenney’s nothing- burger Alberta Day announcement ( a pseudo-holiday without time off from work)–another shameless attempt to curry favor with Albertans and to ‘immortalize’ himself’.
Even before the next trucker convoy from the West could arrive, Justin surreptitiously dropped hush-money-hundreds into AB, SK, and MB bank accounts (as well as in his home base’s accounts–ON, but not in Quebec’s or the Atlantic provinces’–where he can do no wrong, nor in BC–where all those Lotus-eaters in La-la Land are already onboard with long-term eco protests and stand-offs). Certainly he need not drop any more dough for natives after the no-strings-attached billions spent or pledged unto eternity.
Me smells a fall election in the offing, as millions of Westerners (though not the brainwashed harcorest freedom fighters) now will stop throwing stones at T2. Who, in their unkindest, ungrateful minds, would even consider voting against our national hero-saviour, and, instead, for Trumpian Poilievre, King of the Convoys and Supporter of the Destruction of Ottawa? (Recall, in the dauphin’s past, too, him also deserving credit for saving our government and Ottawa earlier this year.)
I, for one, have learned my lesson well,–my gin-scented tears falling profusely from my eyes Friday afternoon–as I realized deeply the error of my ways with four hundred plus smackers magically in my bank account (where are the Kenny rebates?), and this merely 1 of 4 promised Trudeaubucks installments. O frabjous joy! Callooh Callay!
Now, I know, I am deeply loved and appreciated for my silence over carbon tax and despite my myriad salvos during his undeserved rule up to the Ottawa attack). I, too, had been bought off like so many others during the pandemic debacle. But now I, too, have come to love T2 and the brand-new Dumb and Dumber haircut.
I shall start voting Liberal in future elections. My conversion is complete; I have experienced a total epiphany of consciousness. Better late than never, I suppose.
In the words of the immortal Dickens and Sid the Kid Carton, “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”