Unelected Professional-Shopper Deserves Tax-Funded Sponsorship to Pursue Her Dreams and Interests
In a recent Globe and Mail article in which white-knight John Fraser rushed like a hunch-backed sycophant to Sophie Trudeau’s rescue (from the justified outrage and rational opposition of tax-paying Canadians responding to her petition for help), Fraser argued: “We did kind of elect [Sophie], didn’t we?” In short, no we didn’t.
There was no indication in October 2015 that a Liberal Party win would mean Claire and Frank Unqualified would be running Canada into the ground as a team. Just imagine: an anti-Western substitute drama-teacher and a personal-shopper-cum-TV-show-host running a nation bordering Russia and the United States with over thirty-five million citizens gaping in disbelief. Sounds like the premise of a Philip K. Dick dystopia that might list the names of overdoses on the final page.
Salarying a politician’s unelected spouse raises a few issues. First off, it’s the grandest form of nepotism imaginable, given the person appointing or hiring this new bureaucrat is ultimately the hiree’s spouse (few jobs outside of Saudi Arabia are secured with an “I do”). Never mind the ethical issues involved; should Justin decide that Sophie has become a bore, drop her like a bad habit, and remarry, then does the Canadian government have to salary the new squeeze? Will they have to pay Sophie severance?
After defending Sophie by comparing her to royalty and insinuating the idiocy of the common man, Fraser then gets to the nut of the argument—perhaps not his argument, but certainly one that he raises if only by accident: the problem of “unpaid spousal-support systems” (recall Income Splitting). Should all stay-at-home spouses be paid by the state for supporting their significant others? Or just those spouses banging power for spotlight? And if all stay-at-home spouses deserve remuneration for their time, loyalty, and assistance, how ought the government fit the bill?
This power-play and Sophie’s manufactured dilemma is not about Canada or about Canadians. It’s about the Trudeaus colonizing Ottawa with the vigor of the Clintons and the subtlety of a hurricane.
Fraser’s puff piece, further evidence that print media is doomed, glosses over the fact that the Trudeaus already have two “domestic support staff” and a chef who could make the Sunshine List with what they’re paid. Chock those expenses up to prime ministerial benefits. Conferring prime ministerial benefits to an apolitico who never ran for office, and certainly has not secured the tacit approval and consent of the Canadian people, is however an egregious error. Kate Capshaw doesn’t get an Oscar nod for Spielberg’s work on Schindler’s List; Bruce Ambrose doesn’t get to bill his union dues via Rona Ambrose to the feds; and Sophie Trudeau doesn’t get to bilk Canadians to make a bigger name for herself.
State-funded trips to the White House, servants, a lavish lifestyle comped by the federal government, and all the privileges that you could shake a stick at, are apparently not enough for the Red Queen. Oh well.
It would be ill advised and regressive for the Liberals, who’d campaigned on promises of reforming the Senate by making it “more independent, less partisan,” to appoint a partisan hack to an erroneous federal position for an indefensible sum. The Canadian people shouldn’t have to pay for Sophie’s shameless self-promotion. This unofficial position is what Sophie makes it, not what the Canadian tax-payer is willing to bank-roll. Why? It’s 2016.