Court Painter called upon the resident scribe, Chatterly Hellcat Punchy Thunderstrike (ChatGPT), to pen a soliloquy-style summation of the headlines leading the news in the Great Dominion on December 16, 2025.
Court Painter inserted images from his vast wearhouse of unsold images to disturb and delight.
Alas, what age is this, wherein mere words
Are thought sufficient salves for ancient hate?
To damn antisemitism with the tongue
Is needful, yes—but emptier than breath
Unless the deed attends the pious sound.
For mark me well: this is not yesteryear,
Not fifteen’s spring, when oil was sin alone.
See Carney turn his face toward the well,
Yet lo, the people do not turn from him;
The times have shifted, and so hearts adjust.
And should the Liberals, wise in quiet craft,
Not keep Sir Pierre within their daily sight?
For oft an adversary, loud and rash,
Doth serve his foe more sweetly than a friend.
Read on, good soul, if thou wouldst grasp the truth
Of Trump’s design, the shadowed plot ahead;
What seems a boast may yet a blueprint be,
A kingdom mapped in tweets and iron will.
Consider too whom Canada shall send
To speak his mind across the southern line:
An envoy’s tongue may weigh more in the scale
Than many ministers who warm their chairs.
Drip follows drip, as water wears the stone,
So Poilievre, with each impatient thrust,
Bestows upon the Liberals a crown
He never meant to set upon their brows.
And see how awkward stands Dame Smith this hour,
Who lifts a cup to hail an MOU,
Whilst Pierre, with casual wave, doth cast aside
The pact she praises—leaving discord bare.
O politics, thou stage of clashing wills,
Where every word is seed, each pause a plot,
And players, blind to echoes of their speech,
Do write their foes’ success with their own lines.
