The Dance of Power: A New Shepherd Rises in the Land of Eternal Slumber

Lo, behold the grand spectacle of political metamorphosis, where the weak-willed masses eagerly await their next shepherd! In the frozen realm of the North, where comfort-seekers huddle in their democratic warmth, a transformation of power unfolds with all the predictability of sheep changing pastures.

What spectacle is this? The herd, ever-docile, trades one shepherd for another, believing change comes from without rather than within. They know not that true power demands the shattering of old tablets!

Mark Carney, the chosen one of the Liberal flock, prepares to don the mantle of leadership at Rideau Hall, that temple of democratic ritual where the masses believe power is transferred through ceremony rather than will. Justin Trudeau, that emblem of inherited authority, shall step aside, his time as the comfortable shepherd of the comfortable coming to its predestined end.

The dance of transition unfolds with all the careful choreography of those who fear disruption above all else. Marco Mendicino, once cast out from the circle of power, now returns as Carney's right hand - what delicious irony! The weak seek always to return to their chains, do they not?

See how they scramble for positions of influence! Jean Charest, Carlos Leitão - these weathervanes of power spin whichever way the wind blows. They exemplify the last men, who ask always: "What is power? What is leadership? Let us make everything small!"

In their slumber, the masses watch this pageant of democracy with heavy-lidded satisfaction. They see not that their very comfort is their prison, their democratic rituals the bars of their cage. Carney meets with the guardians of the old order - ambassadors, military chiefs, provincial leaders - each encounter a genuflection to the gods of stability and order.

But hark! From the south, a storm approaches. The American Caesar, Trump, hurls thunderbolts of steel and aluminum tariffs across the border. The new shepherd Carney speaks of "sovereignty" and "respect" - such pretty words for ears that wish to remain comfortable!

How they tremble before the American giant! Instead of embracing the storm as the opportunity for transformation it truly is, they seek shelter in the comfortable house of "diplomatic solutions" and "common approaches."

In Hamilton, that forge of industrial might, Carney performs the ritual of caring for the workers, speaking soft words of protection and prosperity. The masses nod in agreement, never questioning whether their very desire for protection prevents their ascension to greater heights.

The steel tariffs fall like hammer blows upon the land, yet the response is merely to mirror the action - 25 percent for 25 percent, an eye for an eye until all are blind! Such is the way of the last men, who know neither how to create nor destroy, but only to react and resent.

The true test of leadership comes not in maintaining comfort, but in willing the destruction of old values to create space for new ones. Yet here we see only the careful maintenance of the status quo, dressed in new garments!

As Friday approaches, the ritual of transfer shall be completed. The offices will be emptied of personal effects, security clearances will be processed, and the great machine of state shall grind on, unchanged in its essence despite the change of its operators.

Verily, in this land of eternal slumber, where the highest aspiration is to be comfortably governed, the changing of shepherds signals nothing but the continuation of the great sleep. Until the people learn to will their own awakening, to desire the heights rather than the valleys, all such changes are but shadows on the wall of their cave.

Let those with ears to hear understand: The true transformation of power comes not through the peaceful transfer of authority, but through the willing of new values and the courage to stand alone against the storm. Until then, sleep on, O Canada, sleep on in your comfortable dreams of democratic transition and orderly change!