"We'll always have Pension"

Something's happening here, what it is... is exactly clear.

Image via the writer spending too much time on X’s AI, and the prompt: “render a black and white image of Justin Trudeau and NDP leader Jagmeet Singh solemnly holding each other on an airport tarmac, in the style of the end of the film Casablanca."

Canada’s unelected Liberal-NDP coalition, in everything but name, is no more.

It’s news, yes. But you’re encouraged to note the lack of urgency.

Anyone who tells you “This is it!” is farming you for engagement, or trying to sell you something.

In fact, before sitting down at his desk overlooking the North Shore mountains, this writer passed the Liberal MP for Vancouver-Granville out in the wild, tucked into a plaid Brooks Brothers shirt and vacuum-sealed ‘dress jeans,’ who was smiling while ordering a $20 Justinflation sandwich.

The reality is this: the dissolution of the “Supply and Confidence Agreement” was Singh’s only real move, and it’s one the Liberals saw coming.

A willing partnership in Canada’s lost decade always came with an expiration date: roughly one year before election day, and around the same time the two parties started running neck and neck.

It doesn’t matter if this whopping 1% growth projects for all of 20-30 seats, to the Conservatives 200+, it allows Singh the opportunity to spin — and more importantly, sell.

The NDP is broke. Incapapable of fielding a competitive campaign outside of a four-year stretch window. There’s no war chest. There are ill-gotten proxy group funds as with their former partners-in-crime, sure, but the coffers are all but empty.

To the NDP’s limited credit, the reconstituted party of the teachers’ lounge understands this. They also understand the Liberal brand is so toxic that the proverbial radionuclides have seeped into the groundwater. Stand any closer, for any longer, and it’d be time to start chewing iodine tablets. Even green-haired comms pros knew they could no longer half-heartedly feign blaming the government they were propping up.

Prior to today, Singh’s weekly attempts to have his cake and eat it too had become the stuff of comedic legend.

Singh and the NDP were working with the Liberals when the government decided to ramp up the intake of people under the Temporary Foreign Worker program, making Singh complicit in one of the most anti-worker policies this country has ever seen.

So when Singh tries to pretend he opposes Trudeau, people can see right through his dishonest message. (Fernando)

But make no mistake, he’ll look back on his time served under this “Supply and Confidence Agreement” as an unbridled success.

Because the abject failure was the point.

• A lifelong proponent of the decriminalization of all forms of illicit drugs, Singh helped oversee the largest major crime spike in Canadian history. Just today, a man was murdered in broad daylight in Downtown Vancouver, and another had his arm cleaved off, by a ‘safe supply’ proponent on his 60th round of bail.

• And a lifelong proponent of Khalistani terror, with gangland Punjabi associates behind daily attacks and the balkanization of suddenly-criminal Canadian suburbs, Singh helped oversee the fast-tracking of hundreds of thousands of military-aged males from Punjab over a three-year period, all with limited prospects, low skills, and ignored background checks.

That such Developing World nonsense has even reached sleepy Victoria, B.C. is a real tribute to those deliberate immigration-breaking efforts, and the quick and dirty attempt to replace as many working Canadians as humanly possible before the outrage grew to be too much.

As for the young men who haven’t turned to forms of migrant, fighting-age crime, they’re refusing their well-earned failing grades, and refusing to go home…

This entropy-riddled post-Covid smash and grab complete, Singh can now turn back to qualifying for his pension in 2025, providing himself enough distance from serving on the top line for Team Historic Housing, Healthcare, Cost of Living, Crime and Chaos, and National Identity Crises, so that he may yet trick a few more keffiyeh-wearing university administrators when we finally get down to business at the polls, most likely in the fall of 2025.

And if he doesn’t? If the party remains stagnant; destitute; irrelevant when not used like a coaster under the leg of a wobbly sports bar high-top?

Singh’s fine with that too. For all of Jack Layton’s professional and private flaws, that party of “love, hope, and optimism” is no more.

In the Jagmeet Singh Jimmy Dhaliwal era, “that suit may be empty, but it didn’t come cheap.”

And for freshly starched white-collar criminals, confidence is rarely in short supply.