I’ve got a gun, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to live up (or down!) to the Canadian stereotype of Americans. While visiting Canadian relatives and enduring their anti-American diatribes, it’s hard to maintain my Canadian politeness.
I’m looking forward, however, to Trump’s vindication exploding Canadian minds from sea to shining sea (present company excepted, Linda).
I (seemingly) lost a close, long-term friendship with a Canadian friend, who came down with a terminal case of TDS.
I’m starting to believe there is not cure.
Now, his hatred of Trump doesn’t bother me at all.
I could care less if he likes the Orange Man or not.
He’s upset with me! That I won’t condemn Trump.
I told him he was doing a fine job for us both, without my help.
And Trump may be a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but he’s my Tyrannosaurus Rex and is doing exactly what I want him to do.
That was more than my polite Canadian friend could handle.
I note he never once criticized his Cuban Prime Minister... or Macron, or Merkle, or any other leader.