While folks are busy celebrating America's independence day this weekend, I thought it was only fair to shed some light on pseudo-America, commonly known on the map as Canada.
That's right, folks! America's friendlier, and slightly neglected sister
to the north celebrated its 141 birthday three days prior, and I
celebrated by commemorating the colors of my flag by wearing red,
indulging in foods of the Maple Syrup variety, listening to Justin
Bieber (and by JB, I mean my 15 year old prepubescent niece) and riding
my polar bear off in the sunset.
quite some time now, I've wanted to move out of Canada and settle
somewhere more 'dynamic' and cultural. After all folks, Canada is a
country of great struggle. We face the constant challenge of not knowing
if our national anthem is going to be sung in French, English or both.
We are consistently torn on trying to decide on how we should utilize
all of this free health care. We struggle to come to terms with the
shameful fact that Justin Bieber belongs to our country. We spend most
of our lifespan trying to explain to Americans that we don't live in
Igloos. Hashtag Canadian struggles!
despite the 10 months of extremely hard nipple weather that bestows my
country, and despite plaguing the world with the now incurable Bieber
epidemic, I still maintain that Canada is, by far, one of the best
countries to live in. A country full of friendly folks (we are now
playing the drinking game for every time I mention the word "folks"),
that continues to strive towards peace and multiculturalism, and boasts a
kick-ass economy (no offense world), is one of the many reasons I can
say that I'm proud to be a Canadian.
After all, this is the nation that gave birth to Ryan Gosling. Bow down to my glorious nation, folks.