Roger-Luc Chayer (Photo : Roger-Luc Chayer by Remi Tamimount / Gay Globe)
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Enough is enough!
Since the first election of Donald Trump — at least during his first term — I had chosen to give him a chance. He sometimes made absurd decisions, to be sure, but remained guided by advisers and shadow overseers who ensured he respected the law and did not too frequently make unconstitutional decisions. Overall, it had worked fairly well.
During that first term, he had made numerous statements concerning LGB individuals. Naively thinking he was simply poorly advised, I took the time to write him a personal letter, sent to the White House by registered email. The letter was indeed delivered.
I explained how gays and lesbians had managed to build, against all odds and despite the HIV crisis, a strong and resilient community. I respectfully recommended that he act as a protector and a benevolent father figure toward sexual minorities. Unfortunately, I never received a reply.
Read the letter to President Trump here
A second term where nothing goes right!
Bolstered by the experience of his first term and fueled by four long years of bitterness, obsession, and cold revenge, Donald Trump returned. But this time, stripped of any safeguards, freed from all restraint, he advances like a fallen angel of darkness, descended from the heavens to suffocate humanity under the weight of his own darkness.
Like an enraged Darth Vader surrounded by servile courtiers, the King — pardon, the self-proclaimed Emperor of the Earth — Donald J. Trump, has reclaimed his throne of lies and fury. His return is nothing like a mandate: it is a personal crusade, a revenge against the entire world, a mission of methodical destruction where anything that breathes decency, reason, or compassion becomes a target.
He lies as he breathes, threatens as he speaks, destroys what he touches, tramples the truth, twists facts, insults, divides, abuses, destroys the White House, and simultaneously crushes democracy, allies, and even the idea of humanity itself. The survival of the free world now depends on the ability of nations to contain this psychopath in power, this delirious demigod, who wields the world’s most powerful army like a toy in the hands of a spoiled child.
My Canada, my Europe
But here it is: in his destructive madness, he now attacks my two cradles, those I hold deepest in my heart. On one side, Canada — my native country, where I grew up — and on the other, France and Europe, which gave me the best they had so that I could become both a skilled classical musician and, above all, a human being I still consider decent. I was born Canadian and became French in 1995.
Since his reelection, he has been manipulating Canada with barely veiled perfidy, as if preparing a disguised annexation of a country he considers too polite to resist. Disregarding our history, values, and identity, he slowly but very evidently attempts to shake our economy, fracture our social structures, and weaken our cohesion. He watches us with that predatory smile, convinced he can swallow us like a bunch of naive MAGA-hat wearers waiting for their messiah. Nothing could be further from the truth.
And as if that were not enough, he threatens France and Europe with the worst economic reprisals, willing to do anything to get what he wants: a continent on its knees, reduced to a diplomatic doormat, on which he could wipe his feet before looking up at his best friend, his twin of coldness and cynicism, Vladimir Putin.
Patience and intelligence will prevail
So far, the giant orange cone has failed to frighten the majority of the world’s nations, who have understood that, in reality, he is just a big mouth on two legs, a cowardly fool who has not yet realized he is dealing with patient, wise states.
The new Prime Minister of Canada, Mark Carney, is a perfect example. Too often confronted with Trump’s whims and moods, he maintains a face and attitude that are always calm, stable, and impassive. Trump slides over Carney like an egg on a Teflon pan: nothing sticks to the Prime Minister.
Europe is no less brilliant. Sending its foreign policy chief to shake the Emperor’s hand and discuss a “historic, remarkable agreement,” it lets him believe he scored a point. What he ignores or pretends to ignore is that no agreement signed by the European Union is valid until it is ratified by all member states — which will never happen. But it doesn’t matter to Trump: what he wanted was simply to feel like he was winning. Winning the wind, perhaps, but winning nonetheless.
An honor? More like a middle finger!
For all these reasons — and there will be many more — I officially award him the honor of my middle finger, a distinction I very rarely reserve for individuals or companies that deserve to be singled out. This time, it is well deserved… and he’s the one!
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