That Asshole

I am a Canadian and very lucky to be one. Of course I had no say in where I was born unless you subscribe to reincarnation and the super soul belief, in that case I chose my parents and where I would end up or start I suppose. Canada is arguably one of the most beautiful countries in the world, has plenty of raw materials, isn’t too crowded, has pretty good health care and education and depending on your political leanings we have a fairly effective system of government. Canada is not a perfect place, but it could be and with luck and work we can make it so. I have built a comfortable life for myself, surrounded with people that love me or at least put up with me, a good home and enough money that I don’t have to worry about where my next meal is coming from. Life is pretty good all in all.

 

I don’t know why the orange asshole south of the border bothers me so much, but he does. I blame him for the fact that I have written only about 130 blogs since he was elected when I should have ten times that amount. I guess to be fair there might be other reasons but Trump is still an asshole. I think I am getting over him. Perhaps if all goes well he will be tossed out of office in a month or so and if things go badly then the world will spin totally out of control and I will be thankful that I will die sooner rather than later.

 

I have always had a love/hate thing with the USA and Americans. Living in Canada I was bombarded with American TV and radio so the brainwashing began at an early age. For many years the loud mouthed, arrogant, ignorant American braggart was how I and a good portion of the rest of the world viewed our southern neighbour. It was not entirely their fault, because the only thing they learned about in school was the US. To tell the truth, we learned more about America than we did about Canada. I have mostly liked the individual Americans that I have met during my life and the world is or was a better place for them being here. At the end of the day people are pretty much the same the world over, they love their family and feel a loyalty towards their country.

 

I thought that the world was going to change when the young people of my generation grew into positions of responsibility and authority. Well, I was wrong. The hippies that made candles or made hash pipes to buy grass eventually automated the process and became conservative millionaires. The musicians who wrote the words that defined my generation were just pumping out content to fulfil their contractual obligations which in turn made them rich beyond their wildest dreams. The books we read that told us we should love each other and strive to make the world better have been replaced with Hollywood versions of the books which retain a similarity to those original books only with a stronger love story and of course more than a few brutal murders.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0QbkfibYcI

The human race doesn’t change and I don’t think that we can change as long as the rich and powerful determine our destinies. Each and every one of us have to make our small part of the world a pleasant place to be and then maybe if enough of us do the same thing the world will change. We also need to get rid of that asshole south of the border though.