The rise of Justin Trudeau has been like the rise of a helium balloon. A celebrity lightweight with an inflated ego and sense of entitlement - arising entirely from his accident of birth - Justin was released and wafted aloft by the LPC and a liberal dominated mainstream media that has never stopped idolizing, mythologizing and worshipping his father Pierre as their secular god. The son of "god", Justin, born on Christmas day no less, has been afforded similar adoration - as a Liberal Party messiah. The liberal media propaganda machine inflated Justin's image and minimized or ignored his gaffes while relentlessly and viciously demonizing the "Nixonian" enemy, Stephen Harper. That's how a completely unqualified lightweight, the lightest in Canadian history, came to be elected Prime Minister last night.
Having the Liberals undeservedly returned to power from third place is bad enough, but having to accept the foppish boy-Justin as my Prime Minister is absolutely galling. You can't blame Justin, it's not his fault he was born a Trudeau, but to think that someone, anyone, with a resume as thin as his could go from backbench MP to party leader to Prime Minister on his first try, is incredible.