I wrote this up last week during the U.S. elections and sent it to some of my friends. One of them said you should put it in the Yukon newspaper as it explained in a nutshell what all Canadians want to know:
I took a peek the night before at about nine o'clock and the American map showed a lot of red states. I haven't watched any Canadian news channels since. I already knew what would happen as last Thursday morning I had a bit of a nightmare; dreaming that we all hopped on a train to Skagway, Alaska. The funny thing, Nick Stromberg was the engineer who ran the train all the way down that straight track to the Pacific Ocean. When we arrived, of course, we crowded into the first bar we came to. All the guys were swigging Trump labelled beer with their hair dyed white with a blonde streak of Grecian Formula; some on their faces, too, to give them that nice tanned look.
Well, we looked around and there on the floor was a big pile of smashed Harris labelled beer. Looking in the debris there were a few unbroken bottles which we all grabbed and uncorked. Then we stood our ground defiantly and drank the whole damn bottle in one swig, with them sneering down at us.
I bet Putin and our Pollie-want a cracker are smacking their lips together now, while Trudeau's grand scheme of carbon tax to check climate change, is smouldering a way. And Trump saying, "Baby, lets get that oil/gas out of the ground and splash that black sh*t all over the Arctic Islands and remaining ice around it. Those caribou are just taking up room that all our American people require when we all migrate North because our country is not livable due to the ever increasing desert encroachments on our burnt out land."
Heaven help our great grandchildren and all the little people of the world.
God save us; and the King, too.
Don Graham
Whitehorse
