The Blame Game
 

The Blame Game

I looked for tame dictators and I found them,
to steal the Oval Office. I did not
need to look hard. But I don’t work around them,
I baldly do their bidding. That’s my lot.

On the world stage, our role is sycophantic
and mean. And don’t expect to blush with shame,
to see your Noble Leader’s latest antic;
you’re not a blushing nation. Say the game

is not what you expected in the end,
that you miss Hillary. And that may be;
perhaps you plumped for her. But don’t pretend
your hands are clean. You’re all in this with me.

20.v.2018

Just met a local restaurant owner who started off insulting Trump to our (American) student group, then asked how he got elected. When I mentioned Brexit and Russia, he interrupted to say "oh, in France we all love Putin", which he repeated several times, adding that French farmers depend on Putin to sell their crops.
Nice was the first major French city to have a Front national mayor.

Cheers,
John