Call me a quitter! I don’t care anymore. Let’s just all move to Canada and open up a Maple syrup-flavored Bed and Breakfast called “Sweet Dreams”. My family is already on board. If any responsible politicians want to come, you’rewelcome to jump aboard the next Mountaineer train smoking and head out. We’ve lost the battle for reasonable discourse, legislation and governance. So, come one, come all, let us flee from this failed state and embrace the Maple Mother of the North. Meet me on the border my friends; that is, if you can make it through America’s crumbling tunnels and roadways.
No need to look back, public discussion and consensus is dead. Turn your weary eyes to the engineering wonder that is the Ambassador Bridge, the longest suspension bridge in the world. Cast off those mental shackles we knew to be the American Dream not only because it was a ploy by James Truslow Adams to sell books, but also because this country never intended to be meritocracy. Our system always picked the winners and losers and uses status quo to ensure that the backs of the working class bear the weight of the pyramid to benefit the apex (GASP). Justice and opportunity was not for all! No biggie, that’s water under the Peace Bridge; go grab your warmest toque and bunnyhug (Canadian for winter hat and sweater…don’t be lazy, learn the language) and let’s walk away from the corrupt and stifled governance that has plagued us for too long. Let’s walk out on this sh** show; no need to see the last act! This experiment never got out of clinical trials. How many more lethargic metaphors do I need to give you people!
Sure Canada isn’t as “fancy”; it doesn’t have suit-clad lobbyists with million dollar condos parked in front of the nation’s capital, but it does have charm. More to the point, it seems to have a semblance of reason about it. For God’s sake, the country produced Alex Trebek.
What are we holding onto? The Trump folk seem to want it more; they seem to be willing to break from any tether that links them to morality or reality. I can applaud excellence even when it’s found in the area of delusion. However, my love for reason has put me at a disadvantage, because I can’t simply overlook facts and no amount of double talk or hat giveaways can make me storm the Capitol. Moreover, I don’t go in for many conspiracy theories because I subscribe to Occam’s Razor (simplest explanation and all that) and I don’t believe two people can keep a secret let alone hundreds or thousands. No matter, that place America is no longer my concern; this time next year, I’ll be knee-deep into preparation for National Aboriginal Veteran’s Day and thankful that my October 11st Thanksgiving dinner went off without a hitch. All hail to the Red, White and… Red. How aboot that!
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