When first I heard of Trump’s insulting notion that Canada should become the fifty first state, I was angered. Surely this kind of clownish behaviour will be buried as more sober voices influenced the President. I then started to examine my visceral response, and recognized it as a remnant of my long since dormant patriotic feelings, which in turn co-responded to the path of a country that no longer exists.
Our recently departed Prime Minister was only the latest stain on the Canadian fantasy of importance laid low by our political choices, and the passage of time. The first iteration of Trudeau megalomania was enough to persuade me that our country was not something substantial. It was a country that could be altered, in the most fundamental manner, by the mere whim of a politician. Papa Trudeau was the first Canadian Prime Minister who had concluded that our country could be ruled by securing the central Canadian vote. In short, keeping Quebec wholly in his camp, while seducing half of Ontario’s voters, would secure the political majority needed to rule as a dictator. Which is exactly what he did. Fuck the rest of the country; and the rest of the country played along as though it were the natural order of things.

That state of affairs convinced me that Canada was not a real country, and certainly there was little in this political entity of which to be proud. We were formed as a confederation; that is to say, a collection of equal states with a common purpose. What the hell happened?

We endured Trudeau’s vision of  nation building: the federal government constantly imposing its will in areas of provincial responsibility. The implementation of “The Charter Of Rights And Freedoms”, the most Americanizing document in our history, and a complete  abridgement of nine hundred years of British jurisprudence, which was so full of loopholes that our rights and freedoms were now a matter of governmental discretion. Witness his son’s outrageous behaviour in response to The Trucker’s Protest. How did the Charter protect those amazing patriots? Not at all! What a fucking joke!

So here I am. A man contemptuous of his own country for most of his life, yet finding himself perturbed that some big daddy south of the line would contemplate absorbing whole our ridiculous, though magnificent, country. To be frank, my anger faded with each passing day. Apparently, I now have a leader for whom no one voted, and who has over time demonstrated his allegiance to foreign powers with very peculiar, anti-human values. Fuck him, and the taxpayer financed horse he rode in on!

Now, I should pay homage to a man I do not find particularly admirable, yet one who I have supported from the start of his political career, not because of his personal characteristics, but because of his willingness to confront the obvious corruption of the gigantic evil force that consumes his own country. He took on that force, and for all its criminality and institutional power, he won out! Donald Trump is an historic figure, of that there can be no doubt. The question for us in the north, is whether we choose to become a most significant part of the great man’s story.

I see no reprieve from the lamentable political dynamic that is Canada’s troubled fate, and as much as it irritates the hell out of me, the choice becomes clearer each day. Get it done, Trump! Fuck the new world order!

Strider