See some evil too, Trudeau

He was Michelangelo's David dressed in a Saville Row suit-handsome face, sharp and a commitment to ... democratic openness"; one about whom Vanity Fair warned people to "have a fainting couch on standby as you watch him in action".

- R. PRASANNAN

He was also the ideal family man with the right pedigree, the kind whom the cold and conservative Canadians idolised-a devoted wife tagging along, two of the litter rubbing against his knees and one perched on his elbow.

Justin Trudeau was all that and more, till two months ago when his wife of 18 years, who had borne him three angels, walked out on him.

All that can go wrong have since been going wrong for the Prince Diana of Canada. First he didn't get a bilateral with the vishwaguru who was meeting every Joe, Sunak and Erdogan at the G20 jamboree. When he managed a brief pull-aside, and tried to give Narendra Modi an earful on the Hardeep Nijjar murder, Modi gave him two ears full, asking him to be choosy about the Khalistani company he keeps, and not believe every spooky story that is told to him even if it comes from spies with five eyes. Stunned, Trudeau thought of flying home in a huff skipping a dinner, but his plane wouldn't start.