With all the talk surrounding separatist protest of the annual St. Patrick’s Day parade on St. Catherine street in Montreal it was the son of Canada’s premier federalist who stole the show.
It is safe to say that the new Separatist organization, the Réseau de Résistance du Québécois was a flop. The group claimed that the annual parade celebrating Irish Culture (which now claims to be the largest of its kind in North-America) was too English. They originally boasted that they would participate in the parade itself waving the Fleurs De-Lies alongside the Irish Tri-Colour while handing out Seperatist pamphlets denouncing the event. Perhaps it was not just the frigid climate that gave them cold feet as any such activity would have been met with staunch resistance once it reached the corner of Bishop’s and St. Catherine. Throughout the parade and for the rest of the evening the group became the punch line of every joke across town with most fun goers wondering where they were. Apparently a small cohort was spotted somewhere at the end of the Parade-Route on Rene Levesque, their separatist dogma drowned out by the crowd of Quebecers enjoying one of the most celebrated festivals the city has to offer.
Meanwhile the largest cheers of the day went not to an Irishman but Justin Trudeau, the overly charismatic son of former Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau. A large contingent of both Quebec and Canadian politicians, including the likes of top-hat waving Jack Layton, Jean Charest and Gilles Duceppe marched in the parade and Trudeau was among them. When the contingent reached the prominent corner of Bishop’s and St. Catherine Trudeau lagged behind, shaking hands with cheering parade-goers and posing for pictures left and right. As he ran to catch his entourage the raucous crowd erupted in cheers that are usually reserved for the likes of successful professional athletes. Trudeau met the applause with his father’s trademark pirouette and wave brandishing a picturesque smile from ear to ear. Whether a supporter of the man or not it was safe to say that no one could doubt his charisma on the emerald holiday. Not since his father has any Canadian Politician, a group largely reserved for robotic like former business executives, captivated a crowd with such a simple gesture. Whisper’s could be heard in all directions, “that’s Justine Trudeau” and those whispers were far louder then any of the efforts made by the already forgotten group of Separatist activists to undermind an event that was enjoyed by all.
It is safe to say that the new Separatist organization, the Réseau de Résistance du Québécois was a flop. The group claimed that the annual parade celebrating Irish Culture (which now claims to be the largest of its kind in North-America) was too English. They originally boasted that they would participate in the parade itself waving the Fleurs De-Lies alongside the Irish Tri-Colour while handing out Seperatist pamphlets denouncing the event. Perhaps it was not just the frigid climate that gave them cold feet as any such activity would have been met with staunch resistance once it reached the corner of Bishop’s and St. Catherine. Throughout the parade and for the rest of the evening the group became the punch line of every joke across town with most fun goers wondering where they were. Apparently a small cohort was spotted somewhere at the end of the Parade-Route on Rene Levesque, their separatist dogma drowned out by the crowd of Quebecers enjoying one of the most celebrated festivals the city has to offer.
Meanwhile the largest cheers of the day went not to an Irishman but Justin Trudeau, the overly charismatic son of former Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau. A large contingent of both Quebec and Canadian politicians, including the likes of top-hat waving Jack Layton, Jean Charest and Gilles Duceppe marched in the parade and Trudeau was among them. When the contingent reached the prominent corner of Bishop’s and St. Catherine Trudeau lagged behind, shaking hands with cheering parade-goers and posing for pictures left and right. As he ran to catch his entourage the raucous crowd erupted in cheers that are usually reserved for the likes of successful professional athletes. Trudeau met the applause with his father’s trademark pirouette and wave brandishing a picturesque smile from ear to ear. Whether a supporter of the man or not it was safe to say that no one could doubt his charisma on the emerald holiday. Not since his father has any Canadian Politician, a group largely reserved for robotic like former business executives, captivated a crowd with such a simple gesture. Whisper’s could be heard in all directions, “that’s Justine Trudeau” and those whispers were far louder then any of the efforts made by the already forgotten group of Separatist activists to undermind an event that was enjoyed by all.
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