I am really worried about our Province Chief now that the tariff issue is resolved—I wonder whether he will lose the election. He saw it as a great opportunity to win sympathy votes and called a snap election, believing it was the only thing that could save him. After all, he had already destroyed healthcare, education, the economy—everything. He knew he couldn’t go to the people and say, “Please vote for me because I’ve ruined the province,” right? So, his only remaining strategy was to campaign on fighting the tariff war launched by the president of another nation. Unfortunately for him, it doesn’t seem to be working.

Ironically, that same president had been a great help to my chief in the past. When the president dismissed the threat of COVID-19 as a hoax, my chief seized the opportunity—he took masks and sanitizers from factories and distributed them, winning public favor at a time when he had already gutted the healthcare system in the name of budget cuts. He had shut down hospitals and clinics, slashed jobs in the health sector, and yet, thanks to the foolishness of the president, he managed to improve his public image.

I also worry about my soon to be Prime Minister. He built his popularity by relentlessly criticizing current Prime Minister—for the heat, for the cold, for anything and everything. When times were tough and the current Prime Minister failed to make prudent decisions for his country and people, many saw “soon to be prime minister” as a promising future prime minister. Now, as he stands on the verge of taking that position, I can’t help but wonder: does he actually have his own agenda for governing the country successfully? Criticizing Justin won’t be enough for people to measure his achievements anymore.

And then, there’s me—an immigrant. No matter who is in power—the president of another nation, my province chief, or the soon-to-be prime minister of my country—I remain the Other. To these Republicans and conservatives, I am just someone who came to their country for a better life. The moment they decide they no longer need my labor, they won’t hesitate to put me on a military plane and send me back to where I came from.