Dear Mr. Harper
I wonder if there will come a time when you stop attacking others and actually tell us what you believe in, stand for. Or perhaps that is exactly what you’re doing with each of your volleys against the opposition. Your new object of derision is Justin Trudeau. And I’m still trying to figure out what he’s done in less than a week on the job that has you running so scared, finding the minutia to pick at as you would a blackhead.
Let me see, Mr. Trudeau took off his shirt for a charity event. Oh, the shame of it. And here I thought giving to and helping others in need was what made us Canadian. We’re the ones who have typically gone to other countries as volunteers after a disaster, or as peacekeepers in time of strife, or as honest brokers, for example, in the Middle East (oh, wait, Mr. Harper, you have ruined our reputation on that front, too). Yes, I could see the shock in your labour minister’s (Lisa Raitt) blotchy red face the other night on the news when she commented about Mr. Trudeau’s antics. “What would you say if a woman had taken off her top? Think about it.” Um, excuse me, but what does that have to do with anything?