Here is the spectacle in Williams Lake, where Trudeau showed up to fake-cry and weep crocodile tears among the natives who claim there are dead children buried there -- oh, excuse me, they are now finally calling them "potential" graves of children. Good thing, because it's all still an hysterical mystery.
As I have said, none has yet been found, but, hey, that didn't stop the theatre:
Were I a native, I would be insulted by this phony appearance by a guy who could not care less and has no clue where he is, or what he is doing. But the natives -- always uselessly focused on the past -- are tragically mired in weeping, wailing and smudging, instead of getting on with it and moving forward.
I heard a native professor from some unheard-of university in the middle of nowhere going on about the hundreds of "heinous" crimes committed by clergy there. Folks, this is a professor, but since he is native, he cannot possibly "handle the truth", as Jack said in 'A Few Good Men'. He claimed no one could "move forward" without "healing". What does that even mean?! As usual, I suspect "healing" means more money.
And speaking of those who can't "move forward", the ever-embittered, one trick pony 'Globe' columnist Tanya Talaga ended today's offering with a firm commitment to "continue the inter-generational fight". Way to get on with it Tanya!
As for, Trudeau, a guy who studied acting, he sure is shitty at it.
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