Canada’s media-backed Liberals win again, as Trudeau’s legacy, identity politics, and state-funded press shape national direction and elections. OTTAWA: We’ll get to Monday’s election and Canada’s dismal hopes for the future, but first some background. Pierre Trudeau was a popular Prime Minister of Canada last century.

Many loved him, and some hated him, but he was definitely charismatic. He also had style, buying himself the historic Maison Cormier in Montreal, and driving around in his vintage Mercedes 300 SL. I met Pierre once by accident as he was walking alone, down Montreal’s famous Rue St Denis during a street festival.

The old guy stopped at an outdoor trampoline, and proceeded to amuse and amaze the onlookers with his athletic skill. We shook hands. Unfortunately, Pierre had a favourite son who died skiing in an avalanche in Canada’s Rocky Mountains.

He was swept into a glacial lake and his body never found. Pierre had loved and hoped so much for him, that he was devastated, and his sadness so profound that he himself died a couple of years later. Pierre was loved by so many, that on the night of his funeral, the Maison Cormier lawn was covered in glowing candles and flowers placed there by those who cared deeply for him.

I know, because I happened to be walking by around 10pm that night. There were only a handful of us still there, and I saw a car drive up and watched his ex-wife Margaret and son Justin step out and walk toward the house. I heard their audible gasp as both of them paused, teared up, and slowly went into the house.

Justin was 29 at the time, and still a high school teacher. This impressed young Justin, as did something else. During the late 1960s Canada was having a mini civil war between the English and the French.

In one famous event, Pierre was watching a parade when a bunch of rioters began throwing rocks. Pierre’s security tried to drag him away, but he would have none of it. He stayed in place, watching the crowd, and not ducking from any rocks.

At the time it was considered a courageous and proud act. It was the equivalent of when Trump got shot, and threw his fist in the air shouting “fight fight fight”. Even Putin was impressed, and said that courage under fire was a “valiant” thing to do.

The Quebec mini civil war got worse, and eventually Pierre declared martial law, bringing in the army to quell riots and calm the streets. Even my car was stopped, on rue des Pins, and the trunk opened and searched for explosives. A reporter asked Pierre how far he would go, and he famously replied, “Just watch me!”.

This was also a seminal moment for Justin. He admired his father tremendously, and when we admire someone, we try to become like them. In many ways, admiration isn’t a passive emotion, but a plan for the future.

In the early 2000s, Justin wasn’t doing much with his life. He’d drive around in the fancy car he inherited from his father, but he knew he looked like a poser. Justin was no genius, hadn’t proved himself in any way, and obviously had done nothing to merit the car he was showing off.

Eventually, the Liberal Party of Canada, with no other decent candidates on the horizon, picked handsome Justin with the great family name to be their leader. Justin won, and the inevitable happened. Canada slowly started circling the drain.

It’s a hard thing to imagine, with such a big rich country, but low IQ leaders attract predators like moths to a flame. And greedy self-interested manipulators and foreign opportunists ground Canada into the dust. The worst came during the Covid lockdowns when a spontaneous ragtag group of truck drivers began to protest.

In response, Justin (with images in his head of his father’s famous “Just watch me!”) went way too far. With the CIA whispering in his ear, he declared it an insurrection, and began freezing bank accounts of everyone, and anyone connected to everyone. Even famously placid Canadians got quietly outraged.

The normally compliant Canadian media couldn’t save him, and he was forced to quit. The newly divorced, and now unemployed Justin, was sent packing back to Montreal, feeling a bit more deserving, riding around in the old Mercedes 300SL and picking up chicks. New elections were called in Canada (last Monday), and as we’ll see, the words “compliant media” is an understatement.

The Liberal Party pulled a quickie, and installed an interim Prime Minister during the interregnum. Without having been elected, World Economic Forum globalist banker Mark Carney was made Prime Minister until the election. Carney holds the passports of 3 countries (Canada, England & Ireland), and hasn’t lived in Canada for most of the last decade.

Pollsters didn’t give him a snowball’s chance in hell of being elected, but almost everyone was overlooking the obvious. The Liberal Party of Canada had previously installed a poison pill to guarantee their hold on power. Democrats in the USA chose the much more cumbersome, and messy tactic, of opening their borders to illegal migrants who would surely repay their benefactors by voting for them.

The Liberals in Canada were more cunning and effective. They had said, “Hey look, our Canadian media and identity are threatened by the all-powerful USA next door. Let’s give the media a hand with a few bucks from government coffers.

That quickly grew into more than a billion dollars/year for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) and another billion or so for various other establishment media. There’s no logic like financial logic. All the Canadian opposition parties intended to reduce government funding for broadcasters.

If you were a broadcaster, what would you do; throw your support behind the party feeding you, or throw your support behind the party that was going to put you out of a job. The logic was iron-tight, as the Canadian media had the choice of supporting the Liberals or collective suicide. You can be sure it worked.

And despite all the advance polling and political predictions to the contrary, the damn Liberals (pardon my French) easily won the election. Let this be a warning to any other countries listening. Never let anyone convince you that government should help subsidize the media.

Finally, we come to Trump. All roads lead to Trump. He’s been threatening (or promising, depending on your point of view) to turn Canada into America’s 51st State.

I’m not sure he knows what he’s up against. First of all is the question of Canadian identity. The main pretext for government subsidy of Canadian media is to protect innocent Canadians from the onslaught of American media.

Everyone knows Canadian identity is important. For instance, let’s look at the words of the man who was Prime Minister for ten years. “There is no core identity, no mainstream in Canada”.

Justin Trudeau said Canada is “the first post-national state.” (Oops, I guess that doesn’t prove Canadian identity.) In fact, there is no Canadian identity except for the words “We’re not Americans.” Alas, with those few words, their survival on the line, and a few billion dollars in government funding, the Canadian media will put up a very good fight against becoming partly or wholly American. And now to return to the damn French.

As some may have learned, religions are not all equal like crayons in a box. Some religions expect/demand a great deal more than others. In the same way, languages are not all equal like crayons in a box.

French, in particular, is notoriously unequal. There’s a virus hidden in the language. Somewhere along the way, in learning to speak French, one becomes a soldier for the French language.

It’s crazy but it’s true. The Canadian province of Quebec is mostly French. Quebec controls its own immigration.

Quebec would rather import a French-speaking illiterate from the other side of the planet with no skills or cultural values akin to Canada’s, than import a well-skilled anglophone from next door. Good luck with that Trump. Tom Paskal is an award winning journalist, author and screenwriter.