The Dance of Power: A Symphony of Mediocrity in the Corridors of Canadian Governance

Lo, behold the grand theater of mediocrity that unfolds before us, where the weak-willed masses await their new shepherd, Mark Carney, to lead them through the valley of comfortable despair! The changing of guard in Ottawa presents us with a spectacle most revealing of our times, where the herd shuffles docilely from one master to another, seeking nothing more than the promise of continued comfort.

Behold how they scurry about in their ministerial chambers, these last men who blink and shuffle portfolios like playing cards! They have invented happiness, they say, as they measure their worth in titles and cabinet positions.

In this land of the eternal slumber, where the masses drift through their days in blissful ignorance, a great reshuffling occurs. Steven Guilbeault, once the warrior-priest of climate righteousness, now finds himself cast aside from his environmental pulpit. How fitting that this former Greenpeace zealot, who once scaled the heights of protest, now descends to the depths of bureaucratic reassignment!

The carbon tax, that great instrument of collective guilt and shared burden, crumbles like a false idol before the new order. Carney, that master of monetary mysticism, demonstrates the eternal truth - that all values are but temporary conveniences, to be discarded when the winds of power shift direction.

See how they speak of 'transition' and 'security briefings,' as if these rituals could mask the eternal recurrence of mediocrity! They seek not to create new values but to manage the decay of old ones.

The spectacle grows ever more revealing as Carney, that architect of monetary destiny, seeks to shrink his cabinet from seven-and-thirty to a mere score. Yet what is this reduction but another symptom of our age? The last men believe that less is more, that efficiency equals wisdom, that management is leadership!

In the shadows of this bureaucratic drama lurks a greater threat - the specter of Trump, that chaos-bringer from the south. How the comfortable masses tremble at his name! Yet is he not merely the mirror that reflects their own forgotten wildness, their suppressed will to power?

Observe how they cower behind their treaties and diplomatic niceties, these merchants of mediocrity! They speak of 'facing threats' while their spirits grow ever more domesticated.

The transition ritual approaches, when one shepherd hands his staff to another before the Governor General, that symbol of inherited authority. They speak of elections, of polls, of seats in Parliament - all the trappings of power without its essence. Carney, that man without a seat, seeks his place in this theater of the absurd.

Meanwhile, the land of the sleepers continues its peaceful slumber. The masses watch their screens, content with their daily bread and circuses, while the great wheel of power turns above their heads. They speak of climate change and carbon taxes, of cabinet positions and electoral strategies, yet understand nothing of the abyss that yawns beneath their feet.

Let them arrange their ministries and count their cabinet seats! While they play at governance, the real power - the power to create new values - lies dormant in the hearts of those who dare to wake from this collective slumber.

As the sun sets on this latest chapter in the eternal comedy of governance, we are left with a truth most profound: the more things change in Ottawa, the more they remain the same. The last men will continue to blink, the sleepers will continue to dream, and the great wheel will continue to turn.

Yet perhaps, in the distant horizon, beyond the comfortable confines of cabinet meetings and policy briefings, a new dawn awaits. Until then, let us watch this dance of shadows, knowing that true power lies not in the shuffling of ministerial portfolios, but in the courage to create new values in the face of eternal recurrence.