“The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
’Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings,
But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings.
It is an attribute to God himself.
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice.”
—William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Here is some unsolicited advice that may just salvage your legacy from the legendary humiliation you are presently hurtling toward at 105 kilometers per hour.
I know it’s cozy in your bunker and it’s easier to sustain your delusions about the Canadian people from your propaganda-lined womb, but you can only feign COVID for so long—especially since you’ve partaken in the exceedingly safe and effective injections you’re so adamant about foisting on your subjects.
The jig is up, Justin.
It’s time to stop hiding.
It’s time to stop lying to the public. It’s time to stop lying through the press. It’s time to stop lying to yourself.
It’s time to stop believing your own disinformation.