Why?

Apparently, Special US Prosecutor Jack Smith, who lost his attempt to get Trump convicted on charges of providing hush money to one of the latter's paramours, has resigned.

Mr. Smith goes to Washington.

Please fill me in.  Why is giving someone money a crime?  So, Trump gave money to a call girl.  So what?  Reminds me of the travesty here in Canada in 2013, when Mike Duffy was given $90,000 by Nigel Wright, then chief of staff in Harper's PMO.  So what?  Wright gave money to Duffy for whatever reason and who cares?!  It's a personal matter.  Same with Trump, who, by the way, received no penalty for the so-called "crime".  Correct.  He should not have been penalized.

People get money all the time for providing sexual services -- including respectable wives of rich men.  So, in my world, giving someone money for sex is not a crime. And neither is keeping it a secret.  Extra-marital affair anyone?

What is a crime, however, is the latest Palestinian scandal in Montreal.  Illegal immigrants came to Montreal and set up camp in Victoria Park -- complete with tents and caravans.  They defaced the statue of Queen Victoria and tried to tear it down.  So wrong.  The police eventually evicted them, because law-abiding Montrealers could not use the park, paid for with their tax dollars.  In the process, a few tents and trailers were damaged because the "residents" fought back.

But what did these criminals do?  Why, they hired a lawyer and have now demanded $30,000 each for their illegal occupation of an encampment from which they were correctly evicted.

It's insane!

Pollievre has to clean up our immigration system and all the illegals who are abusing us.  

I'm sick of it.

I also want to tell you about a "God among us" moment the other day.  My 24-year-old Honda Civic would not start because the key would not engage.  Jiggle as I tried, it would not start.  So, there I was, sitting on a side street, outside my daughter's school, where I had been doing extra volunteer reading with some of her grade-two students.  

I love reading with them and am so happy daughter has invited me to participate, but when I tried to start my car, it wouldn't.  Looking across the street, I spied a young man and hailed him.  "My car won't start," I cried.  True to the "Alberta way", he jumped out of his truck.  

"What's the problem," he asked.  "My ignition won't ignite," I said.  So he sat in the driver's seat, took over and jiggled with the key.  It started.  "I'm a mechanic and I know what the problem is," he told me, explaining how to fix it.

What are the odds I would be parked immobile across from a mechanic who could fix my car?!!  

As I said, A God Moment.