It's that day again, time to celebrate the birth of our nation. Canada is 131 today. Odd, she doesn't look a day over 100. Ooh, bad Joe. Bad Joe.
Even in troubled times, Canada is still the only place I could ever see as home. I know that as long as I live under the maple leaf, I am going to be helped and allowed to help. Debate socialism all you want, but I wouldn't give up the health care system we have for all of the tea in China. I am free to be who I want to be, as long as I do not take that right from anyone else.
So far, Canada has not fallen into the economic quagmire that so many other nations have. Our economy isn't growing at the rate we might like, but it hasn't stalled quite yet either.
We are starting to learn as a society. We are looking for clean alternative energies, even as we supply so much of the world with crude oil. More and more people are conserving and recycling. It is in our best interests, not just ecologically but financially, to do so.
Enjoy the day, Canadians, and join us if you can from other places.
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Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Canada Day
It is Canada Day, and I guess that shouldn't be allowed to pass without note.
I have asked others what it means to be a Canadian. Perhaps I should answer that question myself.
I guess the first thing to be said about being from this country is that we feel we have the God-given right to complain about the weather. In the winter, we complain about the windchill, in the summer, we complain about the heat and humidity. (not to mention the mosquitos) On the other hand, where but in Canada, with our once cold and snowy winters could you get the invention of the snowmobile?
The other uniquely Canadian trait is our ability to laugh at ourselves. This is most true on our east coast, where even the Newfie knows every Newfie joke, and can point to their family as the source. We are so modest in our nature that it seems only natural to keep our accomplishments low key.
Which isn't to say we haven't done some great things. A Canadian authored the UN code of Human Rights. A Canadian invented basketball. A Canadian invented the telephone (Yes, Bell was a Canadian). Canadians have been at the forefront of peacekeeping efforts around the world, cleaning up the messes when diplomacy has failed.
So, happy birthday, Canada! May we always remember what a great country you are, even if we choose to keep it to ourselves.
I have asked others what it means to be a Canadian. Perhaps I should answer that question myself.
I guess the first thing to be said about being from this country is that we feel we have the God-given right to complain about the weather. In the winter, we complain about the windchill, in the summer, we complain about the heat and humidity. (not to mention the mosquitos) On the other hand, where but in Canada, with our once cold and snowy winters could you get the invention of the snowmobile?
The other uniquely Canadian trait is our ability to laugh at ourselves. This is most true on our east coast, where even the Newfie knows every Newfie joke, and can point to their family as the source. We are so modest in our nature that it seems only natural to keep our accomplishments low key.
Which isn't to say we haven't done some great things. A Canadian authored the UN code of Human Rights. A Canadian invented basketball. A Canadian invented the telephone (Yes, Bell was a Canadian). Canadians have been at the forefront of peacekeeping efforts around the world, cleaning up the messes when diplomacy has failed.
So, happy birthday, Canada! May we always remember what a great country you are, even if we choose to keep it to ourselves.
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