When I left Scotland just over a week ago, I was sorry to see the highlands disappear through my train window, as I always am.
For I do love that place, and that country.
And for so many reasons.
I've mentioned this before, but sometimes I feel like Gulliver must have felt in the land of the Lilliputians.
And can't help wondering why if Canada is so big, why are so many of its people so small.
And the latest example of that is the reaction of so many to this fluffy magazine story.
As the conservative author and broadcaster Charlie Sykes said, it was the week when President Pyromaniac set the White House on fire.
His worst week ever.
In five torrid days, the US president alienated conservatives by savaging his own attorney general; earned a rebuke from the Pentagon over a rushed ban on transgender troops; watched impotently as the Senate dealt a crushing blow to his legislative agenda with the fall of healthcare reform; ousted Priebus; and threw a human grenade – the new communications director, Anthony Scaramucci – into his already dysfunctional White House.
The week when Donald Trump turned a Scout jamboree into something resembling a Hitler Youth rally.
A week when he never sounded more like a fascist dictator.
Andrew Scheer may be the new leader of the religious right in Canada, but he seems to have as much respect for the Ten Commandments, as he does for our Canadian values.
Especially the commandment that instructs him to "not bear false witness".
So I'm glad to see that somebody has challenged this obscene article in the Toronto Star.
Blown the halo off his head, wiped his satanic smile off his face.
You might think that the grubby Con Andrew Scheer was smart enough to realize that his ugly Khadr Show was going nowhere.
And given it and himself the hook.
But no, even though two polls have shown that it hasn't put the slightest dent in Justin Trudeau's popularity.
And even though the Cons are in danger of being branded as traitors for trash talking our country in the United States.
Scheer is vowing to continue his monstrous campaign.
His name is Anthony Scaramucci, but everybody calls him the Mooch.
He's Donald Trump's new communications director, and he's made it his personal mission to track down the leakers in the White House.
But sadly for him and Trump it's all going horribly wrong.
As soon as I saw Justin Trudeau on the cover of Rolling Stone, I groaned loudly, and cranked up the music in my ears, because I knew exactly how the Cons would react, and that it would be ugly.
And sure enough it was. They wailed like banshees, they ground their teeth until they sounded like cicadas, and some no doubt screamed:
"We've got a new leader and he's SEXIER than Justin!!!!!!!"
Or whatever...
But who could have predicted that the story would drive the Con clown Lisa Raitt off the deep end?
I always knew that Andrew Scheer is a Stephen Harper clone, with a Ted Bundy smile.
I knew he's so partisan he might as well be packing a knife, to jam into the back of Justin Trudeau.
I knew he's a religious fanatic who believes gay Canadians are "abhorrent" and that if he could he would jail women for having an abortion.
But who knew he's such a comedian?
He's been rehearsing for the role for a long time, from the days when he kept a copy of Hitler's speeches on his bedside table.
And yesterday Donald Drumph finally got his chance to play his Nazi hero.
When he turned a Boy Scout Jamboree into a partisan political meeting.
I realize that the Globe writer John Ibbitson has written some rotten columns before, most of them in praise of Stephen Harper.
And I realize he works for a newspaper that somehow managed to endorse the Cons, if not Harper, in the last election.
Which was of course somewhere between absurdity, and insanity.
And after the way Harper and his foul Cons raped this country during the Decade of Darkness, was totally disgusting.
But Ibbitson's last two columns, the most recent in praise of Andrew Scheer, are just as absurd, and just as morally depraved.