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I gotta say. . . I couldn't help but notice how none of our Canucky Jean Valjeans is actually on the barricades. . . They talk a hell of a fight though. That's fer damn sure.

I'm not sure the "word on the street" in Mooseknuckle, British Columbastan is worth a fake toonie.

Does it matter? It's no more fictional than your brave Canadian heroes standing up to Commie tyranny.

Ya think that's bad? You should see what they did to William Wallace when he yelled "FREEEEEEEEE-DUMB!" All tastefully out of frame, of course.

Government seizure in 3. . . 2. . . 1. . .

Oh, dear. Somebody, I think it was pgs or Jin, recently whined about oilpatch workers starving in shacks or somesuch. You mean to tell me it wasn't true? Oh dear. Ain't saying whoever said it was lying, mind. More just recycling a standard whimper outta sheer ignorance and laziness.

I used to listen to CBC on skip, driving late at night in the South. The only other choice was Jesus radio.

Or maybe just a scam. I'd have to look into it.

Nah, you're a bad boy for certain sure. In that James Dean/young Marlon Brando kinda way. Drives the girls wild.

OK, that's two. That horse looks pretty dead to me. Y'all can stop beating it now.

Ya know how mommy used to tell ya how clever you are? Yeah, she was lying.

He looks better'n that herd of dairy cows on The View now.

Oil production at an all-time high and gazillions of oil workers out of work. Or so we're told.

How could they tell?

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

I think he's saying "rioting is hard work." Hard to dispute that.

You don't know the Irish very well.

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?