Anchor Struck

It’s easy to be smug about U.S. politics when you live in Canada, but it’s not very Canadian. We are a modest lot, even us naturalized citizens. So it’s more out of dismay than disgust that we witness the disintegration of Trump. Just when I think Aging Orange can’t sink any lower, he bottoms himself. Not satisfied with dissing the Pope and pissing off countless Catholics, he just put up an image of himself as Jesus. As usual, it was everyone else in the world who misunderstood the post. He was, he mansplained, merely trying to represent himself as a doctor. A doctor in flowing robes and glowing hands with the souls of soldiers rising to heaven behind him. He even managed to work in an eagle, a U.S. flag and the Statue of Liberty. Check it out.

I worked in several psych hospitals back in the day. It’s where I met my incredible wife Jude. As employees. I saw people involuntarily committed for less delusion that that. I don’t know what it would take for someone with clout to step up and say “enough”. Certainly not his chickenshit cabinet or party elders. It’s not just the crazy crap he posts. The damage he’s doing in the Oval Office is immense. There’s no situation he can’t make worse, like blockading the blockade.

I do believe that the republic will survive, but I’d bet that my grandchildren’s grandchildren will ask them “what the hell were you thinking?”