Yeah, well, y'all Canadians don't do violence much. Not like it's the Stanley Cup or nothing.
Now, don't get riled. When you do violence, you're pretty damn good at it.
Was the dark of the moon on the fifth of June
In a Kenworth hauling logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy hauling hogs
We was headed for bear on I one-oh
'Bout a mile outta Shakytown
I said "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck
And I'm about to put the hammer down"
--C.W. McCall
Would that be Ottawaapolis, Ottawasota?
You do understand that's a painting, right? As in. . . fiction. Washington didn't stand up in the boat, Jesus wasn't blond, and la Giocanda didn't have a captivating, ambiguous smile.
So. . . milling about a border crossing and whining about how hard-done-by you are is the Road to Freedom?
Damn. Why did we bother to fight a desperate revolution if it's that easy?
The whole thing is like the bad movie Convoy. The convoy leader (Kris Kristofferson) denied that he was "leading" anything, and honestly had no agenda at all. But reporters interviewing the convoy members found every one of 'em had a different bitch: the 55-mph speed limit, the cost of fuel...
It seems that the twuck pwotest has turned into a temper tantrum.
"I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore!"
"So what, exactly, is this 'it' you're so upset about?"
"Duuuuuh. . ."
Somebody needs a nap.