After watching all the festivities that made up the opening and closing ceremonies of the Vancouver Winter Olympic Games, I was struck by one giant revelation ... America is right about us Canadians.
We do all live in igloos (or some form of hut); we drive caribou (caribous?!?) to work; our recreation consists of running screaming through field or forest; we eat nothing but poutine, maple syrup, and beer; our greatest accompishments are snow and canadian bacon (whatever the fuck that is); it is winter, or some form of it, all year long; and we are a large, friendly, cohesive nation of fiddlers (I guess they forgot my fiddling pedigree on my birth certificate); and the tuque is a religious artifact the brings us closer to our snow gods (thanks Mr. Fox)!
"EH"... Don't leave home without it.
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