In the wake of Donald Trump’s victory in Tuesday’s election, I’ve had many discussions about the ways in which Canada and the United States differ. At a fundamental level, our values appear to be different.
It is a difference between valuing the individual and valuing the community.
There’s been a great deal of criticism directed at “lefties” and “lieberals” who just can’t take a loss; who are “crybabies” taking to the street to throw their “temper tantrum;” who label everyone who voted for Trump as racists and bigots. That last point is the one we hear the most about. People who voted for a racist and a bigot are upset that they’re being called racists and bigots themselves. Continue reading “How we differ”
E. Stanley guest blogs about Donald Trump’s win and his thoughts and feelings about what this means for the United States and the rest of us.
*blog title borrowed from Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy.”
Donald Trump won the 2016 presidential race, and we all lost – even those who supported him. I watched the results on election night like millions of others, hoping Clinton would take Florida early so I could go to bed. Instead, the act of national self-mutilation was dragged on until after two o’clock in the morning when I finally retired, emotionally exhausted and numbed by whiskey, and woke up the next day to find that America had elected a fascist pig to the highest office in the country. Continue reading “The brute, brute heart of a brute like Trump”
Karen M. guest blogs to share her thoughts and feelings about what’s just happened south of our Canadian border.
On Wednesday, November 9, I woke up and was immediately shrouded in a feeling of immense doom. And sadness. It was when I realized that it wasn’t a bad dream, that Donald Trump had actually been elected President of the United States. The unthinkable had become reality. Continue reading “The new President”
This morning, I woke up feeling sick to my stomach. I didn’t eat; couldn’t fathom eating anything until quite late in the day. I was certain that if I tried to eat something, I would absolutely vomit. I have been walking around all day stunned and mostly silent after last night’s American election.
Yes, I’m a Canadian. Yes, that means I didn’t vote in this election. Yes, that means many Americans think I should mind my own business. Continue reading “Dear Americans”