As you may know, I live in the Great White North aka Canada.
Canada: land of confused people.
Here, prostitution is not illegal. All the activities around it like living off the avails of it and soliciting business, however, are against the law.
Here, doctors can prescribe marijuana, but the government has stopped producing and selling it. Buy it off the street and you’ll get busted.
Canada, where if you pay extra at the post office your letter will arrive later than if you just stuck an ordinary stamp on it.
Canada, land of beer and hockey, where the CBC was too cheap to pay for the original Hockey Night in Canada theme and the anthem known nationwide bit the dust and the two oldest family breweries are now owned by foreign nationals.
Canada, where they teach Parisian French in English schools instead of Quebec’s 13th Century French/Franglais mix.
Canada, where the best and brightest move, or get sold out, to the United States. (Technology from the Avro Arrow is still being used by the Americans even decades after it was shut down by Diefenbaker. After three rejections of free trade with America, Brian Mulroney sold us down the river and threw in free trade with Mexico just to make sure our manufacturing sector was screwed beyond redemption. Now we have Steven ‘I am not a robot, but I will shake hands with my son instead of hugging him’ Harper trying to prove he’s the best from the West by selling out our oil and raping the earth with his tar sands deal. These were all Progressive Conservative governments. Notice a trend?)
Despite our collective moronic choices, we generally get along well together. It is possible for English and French to live together in harmony (and have massive amounts of sex). I know. That’s the household I grew up in, so I know we can all get along. We can always unite in our complaints about the weather.
Happy Canada Day!