Thank heavens, indeed, for Mark Carney. After watching his Thanksgiving address, I’ve never been more delighted at the thought that the next Prime Minister of Canada could be one of the most able public figures on the planet.
Let’s face it: the chap’s resumé reads like a hagiographic entry in Who’s Who. He’s done the rounds as Governor of the Bank of Canada (with startling success, I might add), dipped his toe—well, his entire foot, actually—into the murky waters of the Bank of England as a sort of honorary Brit and deal with the economic nightmare that was Brexit, and if that weren’t enough to scare off any fainthearted competitor, he’s also had a decent academic stint.
So who else would we want stepping into Justin Trudeau’s shoes than a man who can, with his head firmly on his shoulders, steer a massive economy without so much as ruffling his famously neat hair?
From the moment he opened his mouth at that podium, I was amazed. Firstly he switched between French and Canadian at a whim, that I, a French passport holder, could only dream upon enthralled—well, enthralled in the way one might be at a policy symposium where you suspect you might nod off at any second, but can’t, because Carney’s voice is just a bit too smooth.
It was a Thanksgiving address, yes, which might lead one to assume a certain brand of sentimental “and thanks to my mother, and thanks to the turkey, and thanks to the harvest” pap. But oh no. Mark Carney, good old Carney, delivered a string of words that were eloquent, grand, and oh-so-measured, “When you worship at the altar of Donald Trump, you will kneel to him, not stand up to him”, when talking about the 25 per cent tariffs that Trump is imposing on Canada.
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