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A View From Up North



Hello my American friends. I haven't seen your names show up among those folks streaming across our border through frozen fields of snow into our country so I guess you've decided to stick things out. How do you like him so far?

Funny how your leader has gone from The Donald to The President but still acts like The Donald. The epitome of self promotion he, and at least one other in his family, seem to have latched onto the ultimate way to improve the Trump brand. Although in Ivanka's case, I'm not so sure.

In the United States your President Donald Trump is king of reality TV. In Canada our Prime Minister Justin "Joe" Trudeau is King of the selfie. But there's a difference between our two preening leaders. One thinks he's popular. among the electorate. The other actually is

I feel sad for DJT because he lives alone in the White House as his wife, clearly not enamoured with  this First Lady business has chosen to live in Trump Tower in New York. So the President has managed to keep his right hand awfully busy. Signing all those executive orders. What did you think I was talking about?

And what do you make of Sean Spencer? Here's a man who, in one month, managed to get demoted from Communications Assistant and Press Secretary to just the latter. Because, I think, he spun the truth once too often - into a web of alternative facts.

You know a former Prime Minister once had a Press Secretary who called George Bush a moron. This former spin doctor went on to become an Assistant Deputy Minister in Canada's government. She had a wonderful wit and a razor sharp mind. Your spinner would appear to be wonderfully witless and have conducted a self-induced lobotomy with a razor sharp knife.

Well, the President and his well oiled machine are now into month two. Things can only get better. Right?

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