Red hair. Great Scarf. Nice iron. Sorry gents but I’m guessing she is taken.
If there is one topic of conversation your average Joe Canuck takes pleasure in discussing over a cup of Tim Horton’s coffee (besides hockey) it’s the fact that we’re not American.
Despite months of unending snow and cold and short summers plagued by hazy, mosquito–filled skies, we in the Great White North have it pretty darn good: a health care system that’s the envy of the world, a generous social safety net, education that’s second to none and, in contrast to our wild, unhinged cousins to the south, a peaceful, orderly, progressive utopia where one needs guns to protect the lives of themselves or their loved ones.
“A strong body makes the mind strong. As to the species of exercises, I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball, and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be your constant companion of your walks.” – Thomas Jefferson, letter to Peter Carr, August 19, 1785
“That rifle on the wall of the labourer’s cottage or working class flat is the symbol of democracy. It is our job to see that it stays there.”
– George Orwell