Musings —03.29.2016 08:02 AM—
Damned if I know. Lawrence Martin takes a stab at answering the question, here. It’s a really good piece, but I found the very last sentence bewildering. It’s like he didn’t know how to end it, and just tacked it on.
Anyway. When my Dad died, twelve years ago this Spring, Justin Trudeau – who I didn’t really know – reached out to me, and gave me some good advice that I followed. He sent beautiful flowers to the church, and was very kind. He was a regular reader of this web site, it turned out.
(Stephen Harper, by the way, was similarly kind, calling me and my mother to offer condolences and support.)
How does any of this matter? Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it was just politicians being political.
But in Trudeau’s case, however – and particularly in light of some recent experiences I’ve had with the man – I actually think he isn’t (per Martin) an open book, at all. I actually think he is even more of a mystery than I had previously considered.
Being enigmatic – being a riddle – sometimes works to your political advantage (cf. his father) and sometimes it doesn’t (cf. Richard Nixon). It depends.
We will all see how it works out for Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, in the fullness of time. But, increasingly, my suspicion is that the selfies – the Twitter, the Instagram, all of that – are a deliberate distraction, a sleight of hand, designed to distract us from…what?
I actually don’t know, which may be the point.