They all seem to think a lot of themselves, these politicians. Trump clearly does. I mean, narcissism is his thing, the one thing he is good at.
A couple of weeks ago, I was at my son, David’s, wedding, and of course, that means family. Lots and lots of family. The whole family thing can be hard, but I’m pretty lucky. I had fun with the ex-in-laws, my son’s side of the family with his dad, my son’s little brother, etc. I got a recipe from David’s step-mom for her fabulous pulled-pork. I got to catch up with people I haven’t seen in years, grown children I haven’t seen since they were babies, my ex-mother-in-law whom I adore. It was, and I mean this sincerely, fun. They put so much work in, and it showed. The wedding was beautiful, the food delicious, the whole thing warm and lovely and, well, perfect.
This was an opportunity to catch up with Dad and his wife who spend part of the year in Canada (where she is from) and part of the year in Arizona. I’d only been able to talk to them on the phone in the past several years so this was the first time meeting his wife, my new step-mom, in person. It was about time as they were married two years ago. Love her, but then, I expected I would. They don’t like their prime minister, Justin Trudeau. It’s cool. Not everyone likes him. From what I’ve seen I probably would, but I don’t live there; I don’t see the news about him that they see. Dad and his wife had a complaint about him that amused me. Apparently, Trudeau “thinks so much of himself that he gets into other people’s photos” sometimes. Famous people do that, and I realize Dad might not be aware that photobombing is a thing. There was a time when that might have been a big deal, costs of film and processing and printing and all. Now, though, it’s a thing people do. Digital technology in our phones means we can snap pictures until we drain the battery, and it basically only costs us time.
The part that was funny to me is they were complaining about their prime minister photobombing people. While looking straight at me. A woman. An American year ’round. A woman who lives in the same America that Trump claimed the presidency of.
Also, yesterday was the day we observe D-Day, the 74th anniversary of the day 156,000 American, British, and Canadian forces landed on beaches along a 50-mile stretch of the coast of France’s Normandy region. On that day in 1944 alone, on those beaches in Normandy, more than 4,400 Allied forces died fighting Nazis. Yesterday, in 2018, the American president and various other officials are completely fucking up what the day represents. They’ve already forgotten which could conveniently explain why they’re doing a lot of the same things Hitler and his people did, things that led to us having to land troops on that beach in Normandy to liberate a country from fascists.
I wish my only complaint about my corrupt, garbage of a president was that he popped his ugly mug into other people’s pictures uninvited. I wish.
Link: “Exclusive: Trump invokes War of 1812 in testy call with Trudeau over tariffs” – by Jim Acosta and Paula Newton at CNN
Link: “D-Day is example of America’s ‘strong relationship with German government’, Trump State Department spokeswoman says” – by Samuel Osborne at Independent
Photo of Justin Trudeau and Donald J. Trump in the Oval Office. (13 February 2017, Kevin Lamarque—Reuters, published by Time)