Isn't it strange how perceptions can be misguided; to view the uncouth Donald Trump, new President of the United States as a man to be deplored, while the far more socially suave, but equally egotistical Justin Trudeau, somewhat new Prime Minister of Canada is to be admired. Both render the electability impression that they are concerned with the well-being of the great middle class. And the middle-class reciprocates, electing them both to their respective offices.

One decidedly to the left of the political spectrum, The other emphatically right. Those who celebrate themselves as being socially and political progressive view Canada's prime minister as the answer to social ills waiting to be  put right. While those same progressives engage in enthusiastic acts of civil disobedience to deliver the message that America is now in the hands of the devil incarnate.

I leave it to Americans to decide their own political destiny, even while wincing alongside them as their president rumbles through his executive office, causing ripples of consternation domestically and internationally with every ignorant statement he Tweets operating the Oval Office through Internet pronouncements of stunning stupidity.

Should I take pride in the fact that Canada's own premier political office holder has a finer sense of finesse, and only occasional now stumbles into voicing uninformed and foible-ridden statements? This champion of the middle class and world-class feminist has his own indelible sense of entitlements, ranging from publicly-expensed nannies for his children, to consorting with foreign financiers and business people whom he grants private audience for a considerable fee, simplifying their lobbying efforts.

His penchant for graciously accepting exceptional gifts such as extended holidays at luxurious private homes in elite surroundings for himself and his family and hangers-on considered but a brief embarrassment that the public will soon forget. This, despite that wealthy friends offering such gifts run corporations that lobby government and whose enterprises accept government funding.

This uxorious husband sees no feminist demand that he cannot defend and admire. His cabinet composed to reflect the percentage of gender in the voting public. His Minister of Foreign Affairs, celebrated by her fluency in speaking Russia, and her knowledge of that country, is revealed by that country to be the granddaughter of a Ukrainian WWII Nazi collaborator, a man who settled post-conflict in western Canada as a farmer. No William Kurelek was he.

He has consigned the nation to a future of unsupportable monumental debt by deliberately imposing on it year after year of soaring deficits. All in the name of supporting the middle class whose lifestyle he has but the barest idea of, since he is the scion of a wealthy family who has inherited the Canadian political crown. But he is proud of the Canada he represents, prouder still of the political party that lionized his father and now himself.

Indifferent to the chaos and instability that Europe finds itself in, drowning in a never-ending sea of refugees flooding its nations, and determined to be different than the leadership of the United States equally determined to begin accounting for the presence of millions of illegal immigrants and the dire threats to security that some among them represent, he has declared Canada 'an open haven' for refugees seeking a new life. And those economic migrants who consider themselves refugees from lack of opportunity now stream through a country that will not accept them to one that has declared its willingness to absorb them.

Social Services, schools and hospitals throughout the country are straining to serve the needs of residents in a wealthy country where homelessness is common and mental illness a dire affliction, alongside a drug culture that victimizes the unwary. Into this maelstrom arrives the beginning of a flood of people seeking the fabled wealth of an under-populated yet unemployment-plagued nation.