Oh, Justin, Justin, what can we do? Who will save us now? Won't you hold us in your arms and make everything ok, like last year when the sun was shining and you our guiding light? You gave us hope. You filled our hearts with song though you were emptying the country's bank account, sending and spending money we don't have and may never have again.  But what's money, what does financial security and a prosperous future mean without your love? 


Oh, Justin, where shall we turn, where shall we march, how can we recapture the Liberal dream of remaking Canada in the image of the new golden statue of your father your Chinese communist friends paid for?  Tell us we'll survive even if that bully down south decides he doesn't want to buy our stuff anymore or makes us pay our own way in defending our own borders?  Can you not just whip out your CF-18 and wiggle it in his face, tell his we don't need his stinking money.  We have Cuba. Look how well they've done without America in their corner.