When the Canadian proprietor of his mom and pop motel saw that I was an American, he asked “Hey Yankster, what’s going on with your politics?”
“No idea,” I replied, “I’ve been traveling for weeks and haven’t kept up.”
When pressed, however, I said it was becoming painfully obvious that our presidential candidates were going to be Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Further pressed, I said that from my perspective the election is boiling down to a contest between a “pig in a poke” and a pig, leaving Trump as the only choice.
He then asked my thoughts on Canada’s new prime minister, Justin Trudeau. On the spot again I opined that, “He’s a handsome hoser who has a fine head of hair.”
He chuckled, a kindred spirit among our neighbors to the north.
Trudeau’s parents were Canada’s Liberal prime minister and first lady during the 1970s, he being 30 years her senior. What a pair.
The proprietor told me he was among many Canadians who believe young Justin inherited not only his mother’s good looks, but her brains as well.
Should Hillary win the presidency, I reserve the option to expatriate to the Great White North, even with another Trudeau in charge.