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Holiday rant: Happy Fluffy Bunny, er, Canada Day! In honour of my home and native land's 141st, I've rejigged a beer commercial much beloved by many of my insufferably smug countryfolk:
Hey.
I’m not a leftist
Or a multicultist…
And I don’t idolize Pierre E. Trudeau
Or Tommy Douglas, or the CBC…
And I happen know some people from Kentucky, and Texas and New Jersey
(Some of whom--gasp!--have a gun)
And I can assure you they’re really, really nice.
I have a Prime Minister,
Who's a Conservative.
I speak the Queen’s English and despise mushy group-think.
I am outraged that my freedom has been stolen out from under me
In the name--what a laugh--of “human rights”.
I can proudly sew my country’s flag on my backpack
(Even though, being a grownup,
I now prefer to travel with one of those suitcase-thingys with wheels)
Since my government has refused to participate in
That international Wannsee Conference,
Durban II.
I believe in peace, but not Peace In Our Time,
Diversity of provenance as well as diversity of thought.
And I am under no illusions about our national critter,
The beaver--
A very large rodent that selfishly gums up the works
And prevents water from flowing freely.
Canada is the second largest landmass
And second to none in its demented Political Correctness.
Idiotically, we have granted unprecedented powers--
Including powers of search and seizure--
To a bunch of self-righteous, self-serving goons
Who are imposing a stifling conformity that,
Intentionally or not,
Is a boon to the Islamist agenda.
Can we wake up in time
To turn back the tide of tyranny?
You bet your sweet back bacon we can!
MY NAME IS SCARAMOUCHE!
AND I. AM. CANADIAN!

