Self-indulgent musings of a social retard. | |||||
Current | Older | Rings | Profile | Book | Host |
O Canada!
I haven't mentioned it here, but I love Canada. Always have. Growing up a two and a half hour drive away from the border, it was bound to happen. Plus, with a legal drinking age of 19, it was a natural destination. Warning: sweeping generalizations ahead... Plus, I've never met a Canadian asshole. They're so nice. You've heard that joke "How do you get 20 Canadians out of a pool on a hot day?" "Say 'please'" So true. Granted, I've only been to three provinces, (B.C., Ontario, and Quebec), but everyone I met was so polite. Plus, you've gotta love the fact that they put the "u" in color and favorite. Cute. Endearing. (God, could I be just a tad more condescending? I really don't mean to be, or imply any wimpiness. I'm being completely sincere.) I know they have a lot of the same problems that other large countries have, but they seem to be more, I don't know, progressive in their approach to dealing with those problems. Sure, they're responsible for Bryan Adams, William Shatner, Jim Carrey,and Sarah MacLachlan, but they've also given us the Kids in the Hall, Mike Myers, k.d. lang, and Barenaked Ladies. I have no opinion on Alainis Morissette, Jason Priestley, Paul Shaffer or Shania Twain. They've socialized medicine, have re-elected the Liberal party's Jean Chretien (defeating right-wing nut Stockwell Day), and have learned, somehow, to take snow in stride. Canadians are my heros...and heroines. It has always bothered me that the United States considers itself "America" when there are several countries making up both North and South America. Plus, Canada's bigger. It's like an "America," without the guns. And finally, you just can't beat the exchange rate. |