Absurd campaign

I wonder if Justin trudeau will become fully aware without delay not only of the wear and tear of the power that he embodies, but also of the disappointment, even of the cynicism, in which feelings he allows part of the electorate to macerate.

Would political maturity supplant narcissism for him? Will he quit political life? Who will replace him? In such a campaign against the background of a pandemic, we cannot conclude that federal policy is renewing itself or reinventing itself.

Trudeau wins another election by default. On the evening of his half-victory, he saw a united country while it was deeply divided. He was opportunistic in the extreme, confident that his government’s generosity during the pandemic would earn him a resounding victory. He bursts in the face the ingratitude of a people whose vote is not easily cashed or negotiable. Seeing his children by his side, I wondered if Trudeau cares about inflation and theindebtedness generations to follow.

In 2015, I wanted to believe in a better cohort of young politicians above the fray, open to cross-partisanship. I am bitterly disappointed. The generation of Trudeau and Mélanie Joly could not prove that it was possible for them to play politics differently, to debate without ambiguities, to ignore the language of wood and especially to propose a vision of the future, inspiring, plausible, long term. Seeing them campaigning, from cabal to cabal, from debate to debate, they were old-fashioned. The memory of politicians of the old days was superimposed in my mind.

The pandemic so far has been very demanding on citizens, did we need to submit to an election campaign becoming so absurd? This brings us back to two existential, endless questions for the sixty-year-old that I am: what is this country called Canada and what is it to be proud of Quebec? Would I know it one day before I die?

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