Okay, so over at a
very funny Sadly, No! post about wingnuts and Scandinavia, one of the commenters starts taking random and totally uncalled-for swings at our neighbors to the north. Now, I'll admit, I laughed my butt off at the South Park movie, I know all the words to "Blame Canada" (even though I had to Google Anne Murray to find out who she was), and I still do the "aboot" and "eh" thing even recognizing that it's not nice to tease. But I do it all with affection, because the fact is, I love Canada. I love hockey. I love snow. I love walking into a bar in Toronto and not getting a faceful of smoke. I love their vast, untapped oil reserves, and they way they cleverly sit on them in anticipation of someday becoming a world superpower. I love Diana Krall and Treble Charger. I love Douglas Coupland. I love Mike Myers and Norm MacDonald (for the most part) and William Shatner.
I feel a song coming on...
O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.(Come on, people, he can't be held
solely responsible for
Star Wars.)
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard...
for...
thee.
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