Clearly, Donald Trump rarely listens to any advice unless it is something he wants to hear.
I suppose that does not make him a whole lot different from most of us.
Since the multi-millionaire’s toupee is likely the only thing larger than his ego, it is not surprising that Trump has failed to adhere to the sage-like suggestion that one should never mix religion, politics and sex in conversations—or for that matter sports.
However, for those of us attempting to hide from the reality of the U.S. presidential election nightmare unfolding south of the border, it was almost an affront to have Trump’s mug and mouth suddenly make the highlight reel on sports channels this week.
Is nothing sacred?
It’s bad enough the man insults various cultures and religions on a regular basis, blurts out bigoted and racist comments nonstop, and dribbles sexual innuendo and insults about women on a regular basis.
What’s most terrifying is that not only do many Americans apparently find such conduct acceptable but encourage it.
No wonder leaders around the world are openly expressing serious concern for the future of world peace and stability should Trump make it to the White House.
Two months ago, I suggested that the American public must end the joke of publicly supporting Trump as a presidential candidate.
I commented that our neighbours to the south needed to realize this was not a popularity contest, akin to, say, voting in John Scott to play in the NHL All-Star match.
That the job of running the United States of America was much bigger than a glitzy hockey game.
But it appears the American public are content to play out this farce to an extremely dangerous conclusion.
Leaving no stone unturned, Trump suggested earlier this week that the Professional Golf Association was committing an enormous error in hosting one of their three major tournaments later this year in Mexico.
Apparently, Trump couldn’t care less that the PGA is meant to be an international organization and its tournaments are not exclusive to his precious USA.
Trump said he was offended that the professional golf circuit would consider playing in Mexico.
As one pro golfer mockingly suggested, some U.S. golfers may have to “jump the fence” in order to take part in the future tournament.
Of course there is one silver lining to all the clouds gathering around Trump’s toupee—the Donald is not a hockey fan.
We already have one racist named Don Cherry to embarrass our sport.
One mouthy moron is enough.
The world certainly can spin in unusual and surprising ways, even on small and perhaps to some, insignificant ways.
However, this morning I was presented with another scenario which made me grin and shake my head in positive disbelief.
On Wednesday, life dictated a drive to Sun Peaks and back for a one-day conference. On my return home I paused for a break near Merritt and got out of my car to make a phone call.
With my mind stressed on multiple issues, I pulled out my personal phone book, looked up the number, dialed the call and proceeded to engage in conversation.
As I was ending the conversation, I was interrupted by a passing motorist who asked me a question.
I answered the individual then quickly hopped in my car and continued my journey—not realizing I had left both my telephone contact book and datebook on the roof of my car.
Back home, I quickly turned around and drove my stepdaughter to the airport before returning home to go to sleep.
The next morning, a message on my answering machine from a Kelowna resident said my telephone contact book had been found at the end of my block.
So my contact book had remained on the roof of my car the entire distance from Merritt to home, only to fall off on my journey to the airport.
What are the odds?
While I am thrilled to have my contact book back in my hands, I do admit to missing my daily calendar guide. However, I count my blessings for the 50 per cent recovery. Thanks to the Morel family for their effort to return my book.