You're only saying that because you haven't actually dug into how he's operated when he's had supervisor/management positions.
Sometimes Canadians act like they're almost as bad as Americans at voting for someone because they think it's who their drinking buddies are going to vote for... sort of a need to socially-conform kind'a thing.
It reminds me of an experiment I was involved with in the eighth grade.
The social studies teacher took me and the smartest girl in the class, Liz (not her real name), aside, and told us that he'd give us each a 24 case of soda-pop if we could swing the student election away from the favorite.
Liz and I talked about it, and she insisted that gossip was the key, so she went back to the teacher and insisted we be paid in advance. I don't know how she talked him into that, because I know I never could have.
She pointed out what she called the betas... about seven each of girls and guys, and we told them they could have a share in our soda-pop - one can now - a second can after the election, and a third if the objective was achieved, if they played along with us in a "game", and they all went for it not so much for the pop (I think) but because they got a kick out it being a game where they were "insiders".
Their job was *not* to say to the gammas (about 300 students) that they, the betas we'd bribed with pop, were going to vote for the long-shot, but that *others* were actually secretly planning to vote for the long shot.
i.e., They'd say to Jeff, "I heard Ted is actually going to vote for Deb (the second place runner) because he feels sorry for her, but he won't admit it because it would make him look dorky if people knew".
Then they'd say to Ted, "I heard Jess is actually going to vote for Deb, but he won't admit it because it will make him look like a geek if he admits it".
We swung the election handily, and Deb was stunned. She didn't expect to win, and she turned out to be the worst student president ever.
We didn't have to bribe the school hero's into making big public endorsements for the lame-runner.
We only had to make everyone *believe* that *everyone else* was going to vote a certain way, and they they followed each other into conformity like a snake swallowing its own tail.
After all the bribing me and Liz were still left over with three cans of pop each, and I thought it was the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship, but Liz ended up dating the biggest "oh-so-sensitive" meat-headed lunk of the jock crowd. (I so totally do-not understand women sometimes. How could she be so smart and not see my sperm was superior?)
Anyway, later I found out the social studies teacher went on to present it in a talk at the local university.
One aspect of his presentation was to ponder if it was so easy because kids that age are hyper-sensitive to social conformity, or if it would extend into adult behavior.
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