The banality of Liberal corruption

Whom amongst us hasn't accepted $140,000 cheques from shadowy Beijing contacts with no return address? In the new Liberal Canada, that's just the price of doing business.

Here’s the dirty little secret about Canada, and the Liberals’ self-perceived divine right to rule: we’ve never been any better than the Americans we so flippantly judge.

Our baked-in prejudices come with a smile, but when it comes to abiding by the principles of one’s union, or, in this instance, Confederation, the Laurentians may as well be the backwoods of Mississippi.

Being on the same page has never really been the goal — or even an option.

The appearance of unity? Sure. But it’s just window-dressing. Our mediocre masters of the universe, particularly in this day and age, have figured out that the only thing that truly matters is “just win, baby,” to borrow from Al Davis. Those annoying little details such as peace, order, and good government are a nice-to-have, but not a must.

How else can one explain the infinite scandals of a prime minister who once survived blackface (!) in a country that begins sporting events and school recitals with progressives patting themselves on the back via Indigenous land acknowledgement?

The two should be incongruous, of course, which gives away the emptiness of said gesture, but that’s the new-age hustle, folks. Get in, feign ignorance and empathy, offer up the odd mea culpa, but never really atone or apologize. Keep moving forward, always. Don’t play by your opponent’s rules. Hell, throw the rulebook out the window of that not-so-speeding VIA rail crawling along the shared freight rail corridor between Toronto and Ottawa.

And I’ll let you in on another secret while we’re here: any Canadian writer who doesn’t have ties to the Trudeau Foundation is running out of ways to pretend that This’ll Be The One That Finally Brings Him Down.

Like Adam West’s Batman being left under a giant magnifying glass — until next time, on that “same bat time, same bat channel!” — we know tomorrow’s episode won’t start with the Caped Crusader being identified by his dental records.

Trudeau will walk — for now — but this latest turn of the screw has indeed been a doozy. With a little pressure, and a whole lot of mockery, who knows, maybe we can speed up the process.

Perhaps the only ‘shocking’ part of this well-known, decades-long courtship process with Beijing, and its many Mandarin-bloc proxy groups, is that anyone would be shocked at all.

The latest twist in this Wong Kar-wai-esque tale of love and longing? Justin Trudeau’s own brother signed the donation that is at the centre of the chaos engulfing the Trudeau Foundation, where the Board of Directors, President, and CEO all just resigned.

Ever loyal, Canada’s very own Red Guard of Tru-Anon supporters claimed these resignations were under political duress. Those dastardly Conservatives had struck again! But alas, it’s because it was dirty money, from no fixed address, that they couldn’t return if they tried. Simply put: they got caught. And in the eyes of such ‘eminent’ Canadians, better to jump overboard, now, than to draw too much attention while slowly slipping into the icy waters of Lake Ontario.

This wasn’t the first time that Purely Coincidental Foreign Donations rained o’er the halls of the Trudeau Foundation. The Post pointed this out years ago, and were subsequently met by mockery and the furrowed brow of Gerry Butts, but for the uninitiated, the year 2015 is no coincidence. That’s the year you-know-who strolled into power on a smile and a dream, and ten million faulty promises, and quite a few of those coincidence bucks arrived before election day.

(A credit to the kindness of these shadowy members of the international community: they must really enjoy contributing to scholarships, bursaries, and Toronto Star writers — while asking for nothing in return!)

We’re left to wonder who signed the cheques on those days. Was it Justin himself? His brother? Was ‘Special Rapporteur’ David Johnston made aware when he joined the organization in 2018? Will that have any impact on his ‘independent’ investigation into his *checks notes* very own organization and former colleagues?

For all his eminence, the eminently eminent David Johnston cannot be judge, witness, and defendant at the same damned time, but we’re in all-out election mode here, people. Why else would the Liberals break the glass on ol’ reliable?

They know they’re in trouble. They know they can no longer win an election outright, let alone hold government without the support of the NDP and the punchline that is Jagmeet Singh, Canada’s grocery store Jean Valjean, who continues to sic the purple-haired mob on Galen Weston in the hopes they stay blissfully unaware of his own role in supporting every inflationary measure under the sun.

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Much like the aforementioned Tru-Anon meltdowns mentioned above, the struggle continues to betray the Liberal line that all is well, that “the allegations in the Globe story are false,” that this is all just Conservative rage-farming, or somehow even Stephen Harper’s fault.

And here’s one more dirty little secret: there’s still more to come.

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