Our Liberal inside operatives are reporting a major shift in Puffin Party morale downwards, as the natural governing party desperately searches for a new leader to take them back to the Promised Land. Backpack Boy is ignored. Count Ignatula and Norma Bob Rae are seen to be yesterday's men.
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What to do? Some are suggesting the Puffins take a leaf from their Democratic Party cousins in the south and find a quasi-religious figure to take up the crusade. Somebody to multiply the loaves and fishes, turn water into wine, bring back that old Torstar religion.
I say follow the polls and pick Templar descendant Justin True-Doh.
Yes we can!