By Shachi Kurl, President
If you will, a summer dispatch from a childless cat lady (except I have no cats, and I prefer the term single girl) who writes to inform that we’ve officially entered stupid season in federal politics.
It’s a time when the national conversation could and should be about literally anything other than what is, or rather, what isn’t, happening in Ottawa.
But for now, bored politicos (they collectively need a banana and nap) are resurrecting their favourite parlour game: speculating on the future career prospects of Finance Minister Chrystia Freeland, by further speculating on the ways and means by which Mark Carney might somehow enter the Liberal cabinet and join the team.
Watching American rap gods Snoop Dogg and Flava Flav live their best lives at the Paris games would be a more sustaining pastime through these slower days. So many political lessons to be learned about key messaging, branding and authenticity!
Or, if this does not seem substantive enough, surely there’s enough breathless speculation over the Democratic ticket veep-stakes to keep one suitably occupied.
Barring that, could we talk about whatever it is that’s happening in opposition land? Has Conservative leader Pierre Poilievre handed his X account to a confused intern? What else could account for some of his latest posts, including a very odd one on communism.
But no, the talk show hosts wanna talk about the “Freeland factor.”