I hope you don’t mine me calling you Justin. If you do, you can start your own blog and call me Mr. Rothbauer if you want.
This morning, the day after the 42nd federal election I woke up and wondered if last night actually happened.
It did, and I am so incredibly happy for Canada, and for the world in general.
When Stephen Harper won his majority government I posted that I wept for my country. I didn’t really, it was a turn of phrase.
Last night I posted that I wept for my country again, but these were real tears. Tears of relief and joy.
As I typed “Prime Minister Justin Trudeau” I teared up a little again, with good reason.
I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that the last 10 years have made it hard to identify myself as Canadian.
It became difficult to understand what being Canadian meant.
Until the Harper Government took power, being Canadian meant so many things that were overwhelmingly positive.
So many adjectives to choose from, polite, hard working, honest, fair, tolerant, friendly, caring…. all summed up with one word: “Canadian”.
We’ve reached a point where being Canadian could easily be associated with fear, intolerance, uncaring. Terrible adjectives that stained our national identity.
There are still many people in the world still us as being good, but globally we’d lost our place in the world, and the Canadian flag became less and less welcome.
This morning so many of us woke to the very real hope that Canada will be restored.
Stephen Harper promised to unify Canada, and in the end he failed on that promise.
You however managed to bring us together. You, Justin Trudeau, gave us hope, and we gave you the reins.
When you won the leadership of the Liberal party, I joined.
My faith in you never wavered. Even when you supported bill C-51, I had faith that you knew what you were doing.
When others were pointing to Mulcair as a better option, because he was running a better campaign, my faith never wavered. I saw that you were playing the long game, and you stayed on message, and did what was right, even if it meant a load of bad press. That takes guts, it shows tremendous character, and is the sign of a truly great leader.
I first noticed you when you delivered the eulogy for your father. I was struck by the charisma, your words, and its delivery.
I knew then that you would become something great.
I wasn’t wrong. (I am usually right about things like that 97% of the time (15 times out of 20 with a 92% margin of error))
And now you have a majority government!
I just want to say this…
We placed our trust in you, and see you as the way back to what being Canadian was 10 years ago.
We are so thankful for the hope you’ve brought back to Canadians. A departure from fear and divisiveness. Of being told of what you’ll do for us, instead of how awful other people are.
If you let us down. If you become like all the old school politicians who thought you weren’t ready, we’ll show you the door just like we did Harper.
Because one little known thing about Canadians is that we have little tolerance for bullshit. We’re polite about it though.