At night, while he tosses and turns, Trudeau dreams of big beards, manly men, and disgruntled faces. Last week thousands of Canadians stood on the side of the road, many in subzero temperatures, gazing into the cold abyss of tundra -- waiting, hoping, that their boys, the so called deplorables would emerge before dusk; they watched the foggy horizon intently, conspicuously, with waving flags and prepared foods, hoping to catch a glimpse of men in their overalls and wellingtons, sitting behind their wheel with their bad knees and aching backs, with soot covered faces, with the windows rolled down, pumping...