
The sweet silence of Pierre Poilievre. Enjoy it while you can
To more than a few Canadians, he was as irritating as a neighbour’s leaf-blower, or a yapping dog next door, or a crying baby across the aisle in a plane, or a pneumatic drill on local sidewalks. His voice hit the ear like an assault, a whining, scolding, hyperpartisan blast of relentless grievance.