I know this is no
time to complain about the blahs. Life on the planet altered last week. People
are disoriented; nauseated with fear; or in a rage. Meanwhile, I just want to
be left alone to clean up the kitchen.
My social and, indeed,
my domestic life demand that before uttering his name I repeat: “I detest Trump,
his court of bigots, and all the low-lifers that poison US politics.” All of it I’ve said, sincerely, before
offering harmless, even old-hat comments about reports on post-election mental
activity.
But, surely I
don’t have to keep sounding-off like a hairy old radical from the Sixties before
speaking freely in this mellow country. After all, what would be the point of
Canada without its signature mellow ways?
My fellow
Canadians insist on remaining separate from the US because they prefer our less
important, calmer politics. After he first visited Ottawa nearly 8-years ago,
they weren’t thrilled, as I was, by the idea of actually voting to re-elect Barack
Obama. But let’s not dig up that old bone! Sarcasm is a dead weapon in the age
of Twitter.
Until I watch the
Senate hearings on his Cabinet nominees and hear old Red’s Inaugural Address in
January, I will admit to only one common pain with you: Barack Obama was an
abnormally careful and trustworthy president. But, there was never going to be
a third act. So, we’re all being hurled forward into an old world: a dangerous
time, without a great American in the White House.
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