You may have noticed recently that there are a fair number of people expressing their displeasure with U.S. president Gotfried Schitzinpantz and his whole gang down in Mar-A-Lardo, Florida.
Displeasure is too polite of a word, of course, but we’re Canadians and being polite is supposed to be a national trait. That said, it appears Canadians are really really mad with the president, and rightly so.
And we seem to have our own way of exhibiting this anger, unique to us, and somewhat Canadian to a core.
I was driving along the highway last week and saw a black flag fluttering from a flagpole along the side of the road. It looked to me to be one of those F**k Trudeau flags, although it did cross my mind that maybe the owner of the property hadn’t heard yet that Trudeau had stepped down. Maybe he was just being prudent and attempting to get the full value for the flag, since he paid good money for it on Amazon, and by Christ he was gonna fly it nevertheless.
As I came abreast of it, I could confirm it had all the elements of one of those anti-Trudeau flags, in that it was black, with red and white text on it, and as it flapped in the breeze, I could clearly make out the whole “F**k Tru,” with the remaining part obscured by the fold of the material. But just as I went by, the wind snapped that sucker straight, totally unfurled, and that’s where I saw the “mp” revealed instead of the expected “deau.” In other words, the flag screamed out F**k Trump instead of F**k Trudeau. I never liked the F**k Trudeau flags anyways because I didn’t think it was cool or generally respectful to be flying something with the word “f**k” on it, even if the middle letters were hidden. But that ethical or moral position left me in the blink of an eye as I drove by and found that I kinda liked what this flag had to say.
I used to hate it when people would fly Canadian flags from their vehicles, especially ripped and tattered flags, and I’d berate those people in my writing for disrespecting the Canadian banner. When that trend seemed to dissipate quite a bit, I was glad of it, although I still don’t shop at the local Metro because of the disrespect they showed the flag for the entirety of last summer.
But this was different, as in it’s different that I don’t get all bent out of shape when I see those flags on cars now, because the flags are new, in good shape, and I’m assuming they’re expressing discontent with the fabulous Orange Blob sitting in the Oval Office. The fact that they’re new suggests they were purchased recently, and I’m going to conveniently assume that the intent behind the purchase was to express displeasure with Trump and not support for a bunch of obstructionist truckers bent on occupying our capital city.
What Trump has taught us is that, somewhere along the way, a character got out of the South Park editing room and is now loose among us.
These kind of things, these expressions of disfavour, seem to be popping up all over the place since Donnie started his tariff show, as if declaring economic war on everyone was the way to make the country great again, never mind that “great” is an extremely relative word, especially with the United Staes, and double-especially with that cartoon they elected president.
A friend of mine took her dog out for its regular cavort-and-run session with a couple of other dogs along a trail, a little bit of nature amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. It paints an idyllic picture, especially with the freshly fallen snow that was in place at the time. And, as Georgie, Stuey, and Norm gallumped along the trail, occasionally doing battle over a random stick, my friend reports coming across something on the side of the trail, written in the uninterrupted beauty of the snow.
“F**K YOU TRUMP,” it proclaimed, in the otherwise unmolested morning snow.
It just seems to be something so ridiculously out of place, but at the same time, so perfect. A little slice of Canadiana right there in the snowbank as the dogs play-fight over a stick.
Norman Rockwell couldn’t paint a scene any better, although he was American. But he did strive to capture that essential goodness in America back in the fifties, something that apparently has long gone by the wayside in recent times. There’s a big difference between Dwight Eisenhower and Donald Trump I guess. There’s definitely a big difference between Eisenhower Republicans and Trumpian Republicans, that much is certain.
And it’s the latter incarnation of that odious party that is now at work among us and against us. And it’s this that Canadians are furious over, not to mention that pop-in-jay Elon Musk for good measure.
I may not be the type to go blow up a Tesla dealership, mostly owing to the fact that explosive physics was never my strong subject in school. But I can admit to a certain degree of satisfaction when I witness my fellow countrymen and women telling the U.S. president to go “f**k himself.
I freely admit to the double standard. I’ll willingly accept the criticism of hypocrisy.
But by f**k, it makes me happy to see.
NEWSMAGRENFREW 