Most of us remember from our school days the word hypocrite stemming from a first-century Greek word meaning a mask.
Since the actors of that time wore masks in order to appear to be someone other than themselves, the word ultimately came to mean an actor or a stage player.
The irony of this is not lost on Canadians who have come to realize our Prime Minister’s previous occupation as a drama teacher has no doubt contributed to his skill in the art of hypocrisy.
When Justin Trudeau appeared on the stage in 2015 as Prime Minister of Canada, he wore the mask of a game changer, a man committed to the welfare of all Canadians, promising to solve the murdered and missing indigenous women problem, improve the care and benefits of veterans, as well as introduce electoral reform.
He pranced, smiled and posed, all the while keeping his acting mask in place, never revealing the “real” Justin.
Once in a while the mask would slip and he would momentarily give way to anger, profanity and impatience but we, as easy going, all forgiving and polite Canadians gave him a by and hoped for improvement as time went on.
We gathered together in various coffee shops to discuss the matter and in the end always agreed, although he was young with very little experience, he did have nice hair.
As days, months and now years have gone by, we began to realize even that attribute was growing thin.
When the ethics commissioner chastised him and others in his government for questionable behaviour, the actor only smiled, stuttered and stammered his excuses then combed his hair in preparation for the next round of selfies.
His roles have been varied as he toured India, Europe and other foreign countries but he has kept to the script, never deviating from the memorized rhetoric.
In the last few months, critics who judge the actor’s performance have noticed cracks appearing in the mask. The real Justin is beginning to come into focus.
It is obvious he cares little about women or veterans or indigenous peoples.
It has only been a part he has sought to play in order to be a “Star” on the world stage.
There is an old saying that fame is fleeting and probably fickle as well. Actors come and go and are remembered no more.
Are the spotlights fading and the stage growing dim?
Is the production almost over and will we, the audience, the Canadian people, give a collective sigh of relief when we see those longed for words appear on the screen, “The End”?
Then and only then is there any hope at all for the return of true “sunny days.”