Why Helicopter Journalism was always a bad idea: The Case of Justin Trudeau.

Helicopter parents create conniving and manipulative children who confuse special with special needs, and sheltered environments with personal cunning.

So too does helicopter journalists. Shielding newsmakers by ignoring the warning signs is a guarantee that they will go on to do some very bad things, thinking they are geniuses.

Now that the international press has discovered that Justin Trudeau is scuzzy, it is time to take a step back to assess how it came this far.

He reminds a lot of a certain breed of spoiled brat that I have had the misfortune of intermingling over the years. They think a smile, and a “yes, sir” “no, ma’am”, and the occasional sucking up will hide what they are really thinking and feeling.

You can feel the vibrations of disdain from them. You know, for example, the phrases “sunny ways” and “rule of law” are used facetiously in public by this regime. Some veteran politician warned the Grits Frat Club about the “rule of law”, and then it became an inside joke, the same way “sunny ways” has a secret and contemptuous meaning to its utterer.

The breed has three acts in life. The first is by having busy parents who have deep respect from outsiders. The parents do not have time to call their brats on the carpet for lying to them or trying to pull fast ones. They know about the pot smoking and the vandalism, let alone the fibbing and dumb ass excuses, but as they have responsibilities that cannot be ignored, a brat’s amateur con jobs seem trivial by comparison and let it go. What happens is the child mistakes this positive reinforcement as proof they are cunning — and more so than the parent who is thought to be brilliant by others.

The second phase comes during the teenage years and early adulthood when the same breed have their parents’ name, money, connections, and their own jeunesse to shield them from consequences. Golddiggers swoon over them and will take a lot of abuse in order to get a piece of that family dynasty. The brat can mistake their jeunesse and nepotistic advantage as further proof of their brilliance. They gain an entourage of hangers’ on to exploit them, always appeasing their whims. They get away with bigger things because the folks clean up the messes, and the leeches know putting up with guff is the price of doing business.

If this breed choose a public life, the press will continuing the indulgence. This is a luxury brand name, after all, and there will be fawning coverage, and all of the dirty and dark secrets hidden from the public. Journalists are reduced to maids and butlers, serving the interest of someone they should be actively exposing at every turn.

This is a recipe for scandal. What we have is a person who vastly overestimates his or her own cunning. They take obscene gambles because they honestly think their duplicitous mindset will save the day.

The parents aren’t around anymore to bail them out. The name loses cache, the hangers’ on have dirt and when they see their conniving ways aren’t bringing them what they want, they bail, but not before sabotaging things in their wake. The jeunesse mistaken for good looks vanishes. Other, younger brats want to be crowned royalty and have fresher minions with a modern mindset to take down the old guard.

The third act usually has the reigning champ try to use the pity card to retain whatever is left of the tin foil empire. If the brat is in Hollywood, it works like a charm. There is no competition or fight for power.

When all the past sins start coming out, the brand is never the same.

We go through this cycle repeatedly because journalists shield the fresh meat. The excuse that this is so-and-so’s kid justifies the coverage to them.

Journalists hang around the corridors, they know who is doing what, when, and where. The SNC-Lavalin scandal didn’t happen in a day. This was years in the making — so why are we hearing about it just now?

If we had a diligence press, SNC-Lavalin would have never gotten to rewrite the law. They would have been cut off at the pass, and the prime minister would have had his ears boxed for it.

And if he tried to invoke the old “I am better than Stephen Harper” gambit, the press would have corrected him out in public the first time he tired it.

No, you’re not. There is no pecking order.

What I find hilarious is that Donald Trump — who has been scrutinized since Day One, and Trudeau — who has gotten a free ride until now — are both in the dog house, with the US media conceding that our guy is way ickier than their guy.

And they really hate their guy!