Oh Canada. Listen to it, the rustle of the Maple leaves, the cry of the Killdeer, the dropping of the f-bomb, the clatter of trash as it swirls in the wind or crunches underfoot, the camaraderie between you and the man next to you, who's screaming at you after one too many drinks. Ah, patriotism, thank god we only do this once a year
(
Read more... )