Oh, my.Amid the giant inflatable Mounties (out of the gutter, you), the flying beavers (yah, I'm talking to you. Out!!), the wafting Mooses, the birch bark canoes and the oh-so-saucy lumberjacks and the serial fiance
...I could not have been prouder to be a Canadian than during the closing ceremonies of the 2010 Winter Olympics. (well, except for the Nickelback and Avril Lavigne part - I proudly voted for the pickle on facebook...)
My surging patriotism, and the always wry 'William-call-me-Bill' Shatner, reminded me of this old chestnut that-in its heyday-ran on TV about a jillion times a day (a jillion and 30 times in Newfoundland).
While kind of hackneyed, still true.
And on a day when I'm kind of blue to take down the red and white, this prolongs the ending just a little bit longer.
(oh my gawd - are you STILL curbside? Don't even go there with the 'that's what she said' thing).
(oh my gawd - are you STILL curbside? Don't even go there with the 'that's what she said' thing).
Long before there was Joe the Plumber, there was:
Joe the Canadian:
Hey,
I'm not a lumberjack, or a fur trader....
I don't live in an igloo or eat blubber, or own a dogsled....
and I don't know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada,
although I'm certain they're really really nice.
I have a Prime Minister, not a president.
I speak English and French, not American.
And I pronounce it 'about', not 'a boot'.
I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack.
I believe in peace keeping, not policing,
diversity, not assimilation,
and that the beaver is a truly proud and noble animal.
A toque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch,
and it is pronounced 'zed' not 'zee', 'zed' !!!!
Canada is the second largest landmass!
The first nation of hockey!
and the best part of North America
My name is Joe!!
And I am Canadian!!!
