The man-baby strikes again
This is a story of two. Two individuals, both of them representing their respective countries! One of them was representing Canada. Prime Minister Mark Carney LOOKED like a Prime Minster. He radiated warmth, competence, and the smell of success. Watching him it was all I could do not to cheer. The other person represented — himself.
His name is Donald Trump, and he looked disheveled, grizzled, and orange—very orange—ruthlessly orange. I mean, it really did look like someone spilled neon-orange marmalade all over the man-baby. Trump did not wear it well.
At said meeting, the man-baby did his best to insult and disrespect Canada’s prime minister. Need I say — it didn’t work? The Prime Minister politely announced that Canada is not and will never be for sale. Never say never, the squishy. orange-tinged, moronic man-baby replied. The press behaved despicably. Screaming like rabid vultures, it was Lord of the flies on steroids as cries of “Mr. President” rung out into the rainy air. It WAS rainy. It was raining bullshit.
Trump bragged loquaciously about how Canada needs us, but we do not need Canada so much. This is another whopper, and I’m not talking about the burger kind of whopper. I speak of—lies. Lies of a senile madman. Watching the two — it was like watching a bright, competent man of sterling character beside a baby bum, a moron, someone who has not the slightest whiff of professionalism nor wisdom.
“Not for sale.” I am sure cheers from many a Canadian rang out at THAT remark. Trump said Canada loves us. He should stand corrected. We love Canada. Canada does not, I doubt, love Mr. Trump, and Mr. Trump loves nothing except stolen classified documents, golden toilets, and insurrections.
On the plus side, at least no outbursts happened, as was the case with President Zelinskyy of Ukraine. At least JD Vance wasn’t lurking over the proceedings like a foul stench that can’t be sprayed away. Speaking of—where IS Vance? Is he being ignored again? Most likely.
So this meeting was a win for Canada, who elected a good one. Trump’s dream of possessing Canada will not happen. Indeed, do you know what happens to the most fanciful and maddest of dreams? They turn into nightmares. They never materialize, leaving the dreamer; in this case, Mr. Trump to steam with fury at yet another dream denied him.
In this case, it was always going to end this way. Canada, like the most ravishing and lithe horse, will never be broken. She would never become his; just like honesty, decency, competence, and morals and values will also never become part of Mr. Trump.
