#thetrumpeffect

"You reap what you sow", I often heard from my other Grandma, my Canadian one. For her, how you treated others was a defining truth, a test of one's character, and showed to you what lay at their core.

My dad hated how his mother always seemed to let the world off the hook, turned a blind eye to its evils, its shameful acts. Thought that her always turning a cheek, thought it was sad. His parents were poor, they had very little his whole life. My grandpa was a projectionist, worked in the local movie theatre in town. Dad grew up with one older brother, one younger sister, and as the middle…

My Patriotic Divide, And A Sock

One tidbit of info I learned the other day, of note, via a tweet from Asha Rangappa, is “… one of the talking points pushed by Russia’s troll farm was that there would be a civil war if Democrats tried to impeach Trump”. And this particular “coinkydink” just happened to be mentioned in the Mueller Report.

https://twitter.com/AshaRangappa_/status/1178648079450464256

You must wonder, and I…

How The Mighty Have Fallen

So, watching American politics is by far more entertaining than it ever was, and that is saying quite a bit, eh? I mean, Donny boy is so great he almost makes the whole Clinton Impeachment look like a Hallmark movie, and Nixon, heck, after school special. Pft.

Nope, ol’Trumpo has hisself a downright epic multi-season drama, maybe even an Academy Award-winning Film, or at least nominated.

These Things We Now Know To Be True #TheTrumpEffect

We believed certain things had been sorted, we knew what the good hats looked like, we thought we knew who the bad hats were. Many believed that only those with no moral fibre would disagree with those values, we thought only people with selfish reasons would object.

Before and after defines today’s political landscape.

That day in November 2016 some things changed. This new order, this…

My Divided Family, How I Deal With It And Where I Draw My Lines

the Old Governers Mansion in Pitt County.

Last time dad was up for a visit, my sister and I got into a discussion about dad and Trump and all this, and she was upset. Clearly upset, and confused, she was upset at this, my blog and what I was writing. Not only my writing really, but my writing in regards our father, and if I really thought he was racist? Did I love him?

Now, I’ve covered…

You Are Another Me

The year was 2003, and I was on my way to work, this was when I had first moved to Mississauga, it was a long ride. This bus traveled right through the heart of the city, through the suburbs of this metropolis that curves around Toronto, with all its multiculturalism. Half way up that long ride, a full hour it took to go all the way from Lake Ontario up the highway where I worked, a group of…

Just The Ranting Of A Frustrated Libtard

Thankfully I live in a world far, far away from the wild, wild west in the capital of that land of my birth down yonder. 

So we sit back in our armchairs, sofa side, somewhere on the outside looking in and watch dumbfounded at the daily spectacle, indictments, and of course sentencing hearings that veer off into the shrubbery, or as Ari Melber from MSNBC so aptly tweeted yesterday: “It is hard…

Wishful Thinkin’ Of The Life And Downfall Of The Useful Idiot

To my historically obsessed mind, there is this almost whiff of Shakespearean drama unfolding, political theatre, providing the background, the bits the players speak beguile, woo, or would seem to, hidden meanings, whispered secrets of once loyal men, yet concerned only with his own wealth and power, at the cost of the people he was elected to serve. 

“Vengeance is in my heart, death in my…