In ancient Greece, hubris was punishable by death; for offenders, their fate was the wrath of the gods.
Stephen Harper has an everlasting desire to crush his opponents - or in Aristotle's words, to cause "shame to another, in order that shame not fall upon you; not because anything has happened to you, but merely for your own gratification... You think that by ill-treating others you make your own superiority the greater."
Harper's hubris met the wrath of the universe in the form of 3 feeble opposition parties suddenly emboldened by the Prime Minister's unrestrained fit of megalomania.
This three-headed vengeful god - with the sturdy orange legs of the proletariat, a teal torso full of poutine, and a red head and shoulders carrying a backpack - must smite the offender, no matter his feigned repentance, and restore our dignity where not even our version of democracy could.
Bring down the Tories! Renversez les conservateurs! Hasta la victoria toujours!