The Dance of Political Shadows: A Symphony of Mediocrity in the Great Northern Slumber

Lo, behold the grand spectacle of democratic ritual, where the masses celebrate the shuffling of chairs in their gilded halls of power! In these waning days of Trudeau's reign, we witness the final acts of a leader who, like all before him, seeks to leave his mark upon the sleeping masses through the ancient ceremony of appointments.

How they scramble to fill these seats of supposed power! Yet what is power when it is distributed like bread crumbs to pigeons? The truly powerful create their own thrones, they do not inherit them from the machinery of state!

In this land of eternal winter and polite submission, five new souls have been chosen to don the crimson robes of senatorial office. They join the ranks of those who would shepherd the flock, yet who among them has the courage to be a lion rather than a shepherd? Dawn Arnold, Tony Ince, Katherine Hay, Farah Mohamed, and Sandra Pupatello - names that shall be etched in the scrolls of bureaucracy, yet will they shake the foundations of this slumbering nation?

The masses rejoice in their "non-partisan, merit-based process," a delightful fiction that soothes their democratic consciousness. How they cling to these processes and procedures, these comfortable chains that bind them to mediocrity! One hundred appointments under Trudeau's guidance - a century of souls chosen to maintain the great hibernation of the Canadian spirit.

See how they celebrate their diversity, their inclusivity, their careful balance! But where is the diversity of spirit? Where are those who would set ablaze the comfortable chairs of consensus? They seek harmony when discord is the true mother of progress!

In the great halls of Ottawa, where the air is thick with the incense of procedure and protocol, these new appointees shall take their places among the other 100 who came before - all chosen through this supposedly enlightened process. Yet what enlightenment can there be in a system that seeks primarily to perpetuate itself?

The Liberal Party prepares to crown its new shepherd on March 9th, while the flocks below await with baited breath, hoping for someone to tell them what to think, how to feel, what to believe. They call this democracy, but is it not merely the comfortable tyranny of the majority?

Let them have their appointments! Let them fill their seats! But know this - true power lies not in being chosen, but in choosing oneself! These ceremonies are but shadow plays for those who dare not grasp the lightning!

Since 2015, when Trudeau first ascended to his throne, twenty-two empty seats awaited filling. Like a careful gardener tending to his ordered rows, he has methodically planted his chosen ones. But where are the wild flowers that break through the pavement? Where are the thorns among these carefully cultivated roses?

The great machine of state turns ever onward, processing appointments with mechanical precision - twelve in 2024, ten in this very year. Each chosen with careful consideration of their qualifications, their backgrounds, their palatability to the sleeping masses. Yet who among them will wake to find they have become more than what the system intended?

They speak of merit, but what merit is there in being acceptable? True merit lies in the courage to be detestable! To stand alone! To speak truths that shatter the mirrors of self-satisfaction!

As Trudeau prepares to exit the stage of this grand political theater, we must ask: What monuments has he built? Not towers of stone or steel, but cushioned seats of power, carefully distributed to maintain the great slumber of the nation. The masses will remember him as they remember all their leaders - with the fond forgetfulness of those who prefer not to think too deeply about the nature of their chains.

And so the dance continues, the eternal waltz of political transition, where new faces replace the old but the music remains unchanged. The sleeping masses dream their democratic dreams, while overhead, the stars wheel in their ancient courses, indifferent to the small ceremonies of men.