America, Come to Your Senses

By Dr David Laing Dawson

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Back Cover of Two Years of Trump on the Psychiatrist’s Couch

I am sitting by a fire in a campsite in a National Forest enjoying the cool mountain breezes, the clouds floating overhead with the last light of the setting sun. A CPR train moans in the distance, another fire crackles, someone chops wood for kindling, and families abound, some with tents and bicycles, some with big rigs. It is here one can easily see the nature of Earth, the complex ecology, and the fair and (mostly) equitable social order of Canada. The rules are stringent and thorough: two hours for generators in the morning and two hours in the evening, quiet after 11, no alcohol or cannabis off campsite, none of either after 11 on a long weekend.

We are ants on a planet, a fragile orb, and my thoughts should be of life and fellowship, of eternity and mystery, of the grandchildren who visited our campsite last night.

But instead, but instead they are of Donald Trump. I have not read a newspaper but google news tells me of his absurd antics, his wish to buy Greenland, his arguments with the the Fed over interest rates, possibly declaring the Antifa (anti-fascism) a terrorist organization, his statements about Jews and Israel, and his fight with the plans of American automakers who wish to produce environmentally responsible automobiles for California.

I know. I could decide not to click on Trump news while on holiday. But….

Previously I wrote about the dangers of a cornered narcissist but he slipped away from every accusation. So now the danger lies with an unbridled narcissist who has learned he can get away with anything, and whose insatiable need for praise and pomp has already reached the grandiosity of buying part of another country, declaring himself the chosen one, threatening annihilation of a few populations, and dabbling in car design and macro economics.

He is appalling. Please, America, come to your senses.

No good can come of this man. It will take decades to recover from his influence and we don’t have the luxury of time. Or, more specifically, this melting earth cannot afford 8 years of Trump and the damage he brings to it with every tweet.

The next day a Chinese couple identify for me the sound of barking in a fir tree as that of a Raven, an Alberta truck driver apologizes for momentarily blocking our path to the air pump for a trailer tire, large fat clouds sweep over the craggy granite ridges near Canmore, and we drop from the Rockies into the foothills, lush and productive. My mental health is restored.

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3 thoughts on “America, Come to Your Senses

  1. Don’t crows signal bad weather. When Van Gogh was doing his last paintings he painted a lot of them.

    With Clever Clogs Boris and his pal the “chosen one” Trump, how can any of us ignore the gathering storm ?

    The Queen needs to stay clear of the the crumbling Dover Cliffs for ever

    Trump should have his toe nails screwed to Mount Vernon while someone reads to him non- stop the United States Constitution and the ten Commandments. Since he appears not to sleep much this can be a twenty four hour sessions seven days a week year in year out Vice President Pence is well suited to bathe his feet if he can stay awake.

    And remember there is still “Gitmo” for their final resting place A pretty secure camp ground I would have thought. WE can supply a few Ravens. I am told that they have some ready replacements at the Tower! Already trained.

    But it is not a joking matter ! Peace in our time.

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    1. It will not pass unless there is active resistance to this man. He might get another term. Please America come to your senses and vote him out or impeach or use the relevant statute to get rid of him. !

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