Like this whole A Day in the Life thing wants me to. I really do. I want to believe he’s a hardworking, earnest human man who throws himself earnestly into his job of seeing to the welfare of thirty million Canadians.
But I just can’t.
I can’t see past the election fraud. I can’t see past the assault on science, research, justice and the environment. I can’t see past the increase in income inequality that’s happened on his watch. I can’t see past the blatant pandering to the fossil fuel industry.
I really want a government that earnestly looks after its citizens. That is concerned about their health. That sees poverty as a problem. That is seriously trying to figure out how to reverse global warming and what to do when the oil runs out.
Instead we have a chinchilla.
The chinchilla was really cute. And the thought of Stephen sitting down to a bowl of cereal in the morning is so… well… humanizing that it almost makes me forget the wars he’s committed us to, the environmental regulations he’s dismantled. And a bunch of other stuff I’ll be getting to.
Now it’s possible that I would be more able to suspend disbelief if the photos had been a bit less well-lit, a bit less staged and a bit more gritty (I myself never eat my cereal in my business battle gear – I’m always in my sweat pants and fleece sweater), but you know, even if they’d been shot in grainy black and white à la JFK’s biography pictures, I still don’t think I could bring myself to think that he’s anything other than a cold, calculating automaton.
Nope. I can’t especially since I know that whatever he’s done to rewrite the rules on union-management relations, to dismantling the nascent national child care program to cutting corporate taxes, to laying off thousands of federal government workers, what’s coming next is going to be worse.