Dear Editor:
Tragedy has struck. I am not ashamed to say that I wept when it was announced that Mark Carney would be continuing his term as prime minister.
Friday night, my dad and I stood in the kitchen discussing the turmoil that would befall this very win. I leaned against the stove with what I am sure seemed a look of boredom and disinterest. However, it was not that. It was simply grief.
I envisioned my father’s heartbreaking reiteration of an official Carney government, what this country would look like, should he win. Tiny homes on government land. “Green energy” coursing through the veins of our nation, failing to give us the stability that oil and gas have long provided. Puppets to the whims of foreign dictators.
On Sunday, we attended one of Conservative Leader Pierre Poilievre’s final rallies. I watched as my dad was offered a glimpse of hope, as he was, at least for a moment, appreciated. As he got to chant “boots not suits” alongside like-minded tradesmen, the loudest voice belonging to the man that was supposed to be our hero. Our saviour.
Poilievre did not lose to Carney, he lost to the fear mongering tactics of the left. He has done his part, and we should be proud. Thankful. Canada voted for the present. All concern for the future and memory of the past has been forgotten.
Our state of economic damnation has not been the result of U.S. President Donald Trump’s unneighbourly behaviour, it has been carefully curated over the last decade. With the help of Mr. Carney no less.
Susannah Sinclair,
Fergus