365: Red; Elections in Canada: the epitome of love/hate

As a person from Alberta, I know it is heresy, treason, horrifying to be a Liberal, but to actually say it out loud? It'll lose you friends.

But Liberal I am. The last great politician we had in this country was Trudeau pere, so when Trudeau fils announced his intention to take the Liberal leadership position, I was thrilled.

I was also thrilled, and enjoyed very much watching our just-previous iteration of prime minister, Steven Harper, implode, paving the way for Trudeau fils to become the new, excellent Canadian PM.

I love the guy. He's fluently bilingual, and is accent-free in either language. He's loved by first nations, because he did, almost immediately, what first nations and aboriginal communities across the country have been begging for; an inquest into missing and murdered aboriginal woman. He said he would legalise marijuana (YAY!!) and he is making that happen, so successful that even the interim Conservative leader, Rona Ambrose has jumped on board. He's taken pages from the books of several great politicians - his father being one, and, I think, Mayor Naheed Nenshi of Calgary, being another, in being an outspoken, honest, assertive, no-holds-barred leader. 

Albertans are, not surprisingly, bitching and moaning, and gnashing their teeth at the reality of a sweeping majority Liberal government - but they moan no matter which party is in office, so never mind - despite Prime Minster Trudeau is slowly but surely showing his muscle at home and internationally.

I love the guy. I hope every day, in the words of his brilliant father, he mutters "Just watch me" to the protestations of the haters.