Hello all, 
today is the tenth,
two days ago,
Donald Trump,
President of the,
so after having one of,
the classiest,
stand tall,
strong moral fiber,
we now will witness,
four years of...
I don't know-
bad stuff,
sends chills,
down my back,
not in a good way,
more like the,
invasive chills,
you experience,
right before,
a bad case of the flu,
fever, joint pain,
teeth chattering,
that kind of bad stuff.

I am not an American,
I am a Canadian,
a Quebecois,
a Montrealer,
I have so many friends,
people I care about,
who live in the U.S,
and they are our,
our biggest trade partners,
an omnipresent,
on everything that happens,

I think politicians,
rule very little,
I think,
big business,
The world is run,
by oil companies,
pharmaceutical companies,
banks etc
and this is why it is in,
the state it is,
we are,
all of us complaisant,
we buy,
hoping to fill the voids,
in our lives.

I am not a political,
I have been a student,
of history and politics,
my whole life,
it interests me.
In the past ten years,
or so,
I have felt a rising anger,
at the ugliness represented,
in politics.
The rise of social media,
has brought greater,
access to information,
also to disinformation,
it has allowed people,
to have a voice,
also the trolls to run,
rampantly free.

It reminds me of that line,
in A Tale Of Two Cities:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens,
English novelist (1812 - 1870)  

Donald Trump,
in his words,
in his actions,
in his lack of anything,
remotely resembling,
or moral fiber,
has become President,
by spewing,
wearing an ill fitting suit,
long red ties,
orange hair and face dye,
an epically bad,
comb over.
and a made in China,
snap back cap that,
Make America Great Again.

I understand about fear,
about despair,
this guy,
an exporter of jobs,
dishonorable employer,
a man born with a silver spoon,
in his mouth,
a graduate of elite,
will not make,
America great again,
he is everything that is wrong,
with America.
Greed and bully ism,
are his credo.
He is not the unemployed,
West Virginia coal miner,
the former Kodak employee,
in Rochester, New York,
the waitress in Buffalo,
the single mother in,
he is not the pensioner,
in Arizona,
who now works for Walmart,
after his pension fund,
disappeared in the 2008,
financial collapse.
Trump and his ilk,
The Waltons of Walmart,
the Koch brothers,
the friends of Putin,
his fascist policies,
that's who Trump is.

Are the Clintons,
the Obamas,
the Biddens,
the Trudeaus,
not even close,
their war policies,
friendships with oppressive,
regimes like,
Saudi Arabia,
bother me to my very core,
their messages and policies,
are kinder,
more optimistic,
are they better people?
I think so.

Is the world in need of change?
Oh Yes, massive changes,
is Trump the route to that?
It would seem so.

The ride is going to be,
excruciatingly painful,
it will get a lot worse,
before it gets better.
Change is inevitable,
difficult and scary.
We must hold through,
to our principles,
we must be kind to each other,
we must stop pointing fingers,
creating scapegoats,
we must fix,
all of it,
lots of work ahead.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step-
Lao Tzu



Lace up your boots,

reach for your protective,

all weather gear,

pack a sandwich and a thermos of tea,

and a book,

sustenance and protection,

will be required.

Bon courage,

my friends.

Be well.

Later girls,




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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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